The Distant Nightmare

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Thorne. The name hung in the air of the watchtower, heavy and wet, called out by the young constable who had found you slumped against the cold stone of the well. You stood, your knees grinding like dry leaves, and looked at the water below. It did not show your face. It showed the face of the man you had killed three days ago, his mouth open in a silent, permanent scream, his eyes tracking...

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