The Distant Nightmare

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The snow fell thick and silent on the cobbled streets of Ravensworth, muffling the cries of the dying that usually echoed from the slums. Thomas Bradshaw tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword, the cold biting into his knuckles, and left the small, suffocating room where his sister Elara lay gasping for her last breath. He was thirty years old, a city guard of twelve years’ service, and he...

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