The Distant Nightmare

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The scribe’s quill hovered, the ink glistening like a wet wound, as Lord Vane’s steward called my name from the other side of the great hall, a summons that cut through the damp chill of the morning. I am Elias, thirty years of age, a squire in name only, though my hands are stained with the dust of the mill and the iron of the forge, and I write this entry on the fourteenth of November, 1342,...

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