The Distant Nightmare

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The tea is too bitter, Your Grace. It burns the tongue like a coal. Elias stood with his head bowed, the silver tray trembling slightly in his hands. The Duke, a man whose face had long since calcified into a mask of bored authority, did not look up from his papers. The parchment was thick, cream-colored, and smelled of old ink and wax. A single drop of the dark liquid had fallen from the cup...

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