The Distant Legend
The woolen cloak of Ser Aldous Thorne, a garment woven from the coarse, undyed fibers of highland sheep and stitched with such weary precision that it had become an extension of his own sinew and bone, hung in the damp corridor of the Blackwood Keep, a heavy, silent witness to the slow erosion of a life spent in service to a city that had long since forgotten his name. It was a cloak of a deep,...
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