The Distant Nightmare

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Esperanza Castañeda was thirty years old, and she knew exactly how much grain she had left in the cellar: zero. The courtyard of the besieged city was a soup of mud and ash, the air so heavy with rotting pine needles that it coated the back of her throat with grit. She clutched her ledger to her chest, the paper slick with sweat, while the Guildmaster stood over her, his face a map of the...

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