The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a thick, grey mist that tasted of iron and old stone. I stood in the center of the great hall. The floor was black marble, polished to a mirror shine, reflecting my own trembling hands. I held the sword. It was heavy. Cold. It hummed against my palm, a low vibration that traveled up my arm and settled in my chest. "Is it done?" I asked. My voice...

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