The Distant Nightmare

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The wine was spilled on the floor, a dark stain spreading across the white stone. "Thomas, you are trembling." Lord Vane’s voice was soft, almost kind. He leaned back in his high-backed chair, the leather creaking under the weight of his years. I wiped my hands on my tunic, trying to stop the shaking. My fingers were slick with sweat and the remnants of the ink I had been grinding all morning....

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