The Distant Promise
The iron seal on the door of the keep was not merely a lock; it was a declaration of war written in cold, unyielding metal. I pressed my thumb against the wax and the lead, feeling the slight give of the material under the pressure, a tactile confirmation that the barrier was only as strong as the intent behind it. Outside, the wind howled through the jagged peaks of the Scottish Highlands, a...
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