The Distant Nightmare

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The first thing you notice is the smell: wet chalk and old copper, a scent that sits heavy in the throat like swallowed dust. You count the steps as you climb the ramp to the Palace of Vael’s lower gate, one hundred and twelve, a number you have memorized to keep your hands from shaking. The war is a distant rumble, a vibration in the stone beneath your boots, but here, in the shadow of the...

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