The Distant Nightmare
The solstice feast is a roar of tallow smoke and roasted pork, a sensory assault that vibrates in the teeth of every soul in Oakhaven. You stand at the edge of the great hall, your hands clasped behind your back, feeling the rough wool of your own tunic against your skin. You are Elias, forty-two, a master weaver whose fingers know the tension of every thread as well as they know the pulse of...
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