The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 11:29:58 -

The city of Oakhaven did not sleep so much as it held its breath, a vast, stone lung expanding and contracting with the slow, heavy rhythm of centuries. It was a place built by hands that had long turned to dust, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by the passage of thousands of feet, and the air always tasted faintly of wet slate and old iron. In the lower quarter, where the river bent...

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