The Distant Promise

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The iron blade bit into the wet stone of the rampart, not with the clean, decisive *shink* of a sword, but with the dull, grinding complaint of rusted metal forcing its way into a seam that had long since calcified, and it was here, in this narrow, airless corridor that smelled of damp wool and old blood, that Sir Alistair Thorne felt the first true tremor of his ending. The torchlight,...

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