The Distant Promise

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2026-08-17 20:26:46 -

The dream did not wake me; it simply replaced the waking world, seamless as a seam in black silk. I stood in the courtyard of the Abbey of St. Jude, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and impending snow, though the season was deep summer. My hands were bound not by rope, but by the weight of the iron gauntlets I wore, their links clinking softly with every tremor of my resolve. The...

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