The Distant Nightmare

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You wake with the taste of iron and old dust on your tongue. The air is cold. It cuts through your wool. You are in the cellar. The stones are wet. They weep. You are the Keeper. You are the lock. You are the key. You are the bone in the throat of the house. The door above creaks. A shadow falls. Long. Thin. Like a blade. You do not look up. You know who it is. Sir Elias. He wears the grey...

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