The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 04:26:05 -

The rain on the thatch was a constant, dull drumming. It had been raining for three days, turning the mud of the courtyard into a slick, dark mirror that reflected the grey sky. Thomas stood by the window of the great hall, watching the water pool in the cracks of the flagstones. He was a tall man, thin as a winter branch, with hands that never quite stopped trembling. The courtiers called him...

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