The Distant Nightmare

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The iron of your sword bites deep into the shoulder of the wraith, a sensation that is not quite pain but a dull, grinding resistance, like pushing a heavy oak door against a gale. You stand in the center of the grand hall, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, while the creature before you, a tangle of shadow and rotting chain, snarls with a voice that sounds like stones...

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