The Distant Nightmare

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2026-08-23 12:16:57 -

The dream comes again, sharp as a blade between the ribs. You are in the dark, the air thick with the scent of ozone and old blood, and there stands Thomas, your apprentice, wearing a crown of thorns. They are not wood or vine, but twisted filigree, silver wire you discarded weeks ago, now living and biting into his scalp. He does not scream. He looks at you with eyes like polished obsidian,...

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