The Distant Nightmare

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The candle on the table guttered in the draft, casting a long, trembling shadow against the mesh of Saint George, and I watched the wax pool spread like a slow, golden infection over the silver tray. "You have three nights, Elias," Lord Malachi said, his voice smooth as oiled silk, his fingers stained with the grease of the roasted boar. "Three nights in the Whispering Woods. Survive, and the...

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