The Distant Nightmare

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I remember the weight of the jar handle before I remember the blood. It was stamped with the seal of the temple granary, a small brass disc cold against my palm, and it sat on the table between me and Magistrate Vane. I was thirty-two, and my spine felt like a rusted hinge, grinding with every breath. I wanted my pension. I wanted to marry Elena. I wanted to stop being a constable in Oakhaven...

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