The Distant Nightmare
Act I Farhad Salehi’s hands were slick with the oil of the raven’s feathers, the bird thrashing against his grip as the first arrow struck the gate above them, shattering the silence of the high summer dusk. He was the captain of the night watch, a man of thirty-two who had sworn to hold the outer wall of Qal'eh until the sun rose, yet the weight of the living thing in his palms felt heavier...
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