The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-21 20:19:27 -

The dream did not begin with darkness, as dreams of terror often do, but with a blinding, sterile white light that smelled of ozone and old blood. Sir Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of a cliff that hung over an abyss of swirling mist, his hands resting on the pommel of a sword that felt less like metal and more like a solidified piece of his own guilt. The air was thick, heavy with the...

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