The Distant Promise
The ink was fading. Elias watched the script on his parchment. It used to be black. Now it was the color of dried blood. Then brown. Now it was a pale, bruised purple. The words were still there, but they were losing their weight. He was a Keeper of the Bound. He lived in the Archive, a tower of stone and shadow that stood at the edge of the known world, where the mist of the Unfinished hung...
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