The-Last-Watcher-of-Vega-Station
The Ashworth Vow The key was heavy when Lord Edmund Ashworth took it from the sideboard. Not heavy with iron, but with something older and heavier still—the weight of four hundred years of stone and memory. The key was tarnished, its bow carved with a design that looked at first glance like ivy but upon closer inspection resembled hands clasped in an oath. He stood in the vaulted entrance hall...
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