The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-22 13:55:33 -

The iron key was cold in your hand, heavier than it had any right to be, and the silence of the tower room pressed against your eardrums like deep water. You had not slept in three days. The candles were guttering, their tallow dripping onto the stone floor in white, waxy tears that you could not bring yourself to wipe away. Outside, the wind howled through the narrow slits of the window, a...

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