The Distant Nightmare

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The air in the great hall of Oakhaven Manor tasted of roasted lamb and stale beer, the harvest feast a heavy, suffocating blanket over the village’s collective anxiety. I sat at the long table, my constable’s tunic stiff with sweat, watching the flickering candlelight dance across the faces of the men and women who had known me for twenty years, their eyes fixed not on the food before them but...

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