The Distant Nightmare

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The feast hall of Varenne smelled of roasted boar and old blood, a cloying sweetness that coated the back of my throat as I watched the magistrates laugh behind their hands. I sat at the edge of the table, my left hand wrapped in linen that had long since turned brown with weeping fluid, the fingers beneath the cloth twisted into a permanent claw that no longer obeyed the commands of my mind....

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