The Distant Nightmare

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The banquet hall of the Guild of Scribes was a place of excessive heat and cloying perfume, the air thick with the smoke of tallow candles and the murmur of men who had spent their lives bending their backs to parchment. Elias Ashworth sat at the far end of the long oak table, his posture rigid, his eyes fixed on the goblet of wine before him which he did not touch. He was thirty years old, a...

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