The Distant Nightmare

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Act I Kraków in the late autumn of 1642 was a city that smelled of wet wool and the sharp, metallic tang of the Vistula, a place where the fog rose from the riverbanks at dusk to swallow the stone facades whole, turning the old quarter into a maze of grey silhouettes where sound went to die. It was a time of hoarded grain and silent agreements, where the elders of the district allocated water...

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