The Distant Nightmare

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The ash fell not as snow, but as a fine, gray silt that settled into the crevices of your bones before it touched the earth. You remember the sound of the old village burning, a low, guttural roar that seemed to rise from the bedrock itself, a sound that tasted of copper and wet wood. You are walking now, deep into the Thornwood, a place where the trees grow so thick and twisted that they seem...

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