The Guardian's Gift
The forest behind Ashford village was old enough to have its own opinions. The trees had seen kingdoms rise and fall. The ground was thick with leaves that had fallen on men who would never see their children grow up. William of Ashford knew these things the way a blacksmith knows his trade—not from books, but from the quiet hours spent alone among the things that matter. He was twenty-six,...
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