The Distant Nightmare

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The rain in Harrowgate did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suspended mist that settled into the pores of the skin and the rust of the iron, turning the night into a thick, breathing thing that pressed against the windows of the watchtower. I stood at the gate, the cold seeping through the soles of my boots, my hand resting on the wheel of the lock, feeling the vibration of the city beyond...

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