The Distant Nightmare

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Sigrid Nordli had held the vial until her knuckles whitened, a cold weight in her palm that burned hotter than the fever gripping the King’s throat. She remembered the taste of iron and ozone, the way the liquid pulsed like a second heart, and how it had whispered to her in a voice that was not her own. Now, standing before the frozen throne room of King Halden, she felt the chill of the stone...

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