The Distant Promise
The iron gate did not creak when Alderman Silas Thorne pushed it open, which was the first wrong thing, for the hinges of the Old Warden’s Keep had been rusted shut for a century, binding the wood to the stone with a silence so heavy it felt like a physical weight pressing against his eardrums, a pressure that matched the tightness in his chest where the insignia of the High Guard sat pinned...
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