The Distant Affair
The seal on the parchment was cracked, the red wax flaking away like dried blood in the morning light, and Elias held it with a tremor that he dared not let the others see. He was the Warden of the Hollow, a man whose armor had long since fused with the architecture of his life, the steel plates worn smooth by decades of friction against the dark. The village of Oakhaven sat in a valley so deep...
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