The Distant Promise

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2026-08-18 13:48:45 -

You stand in the shadow of the great oak, its bark rough against your back like old leather, while the smell of roasted pork and spiced wine drifts from the high hall. The air is thick with the scent of tallow and unwashed bodies, a cloying sweetness that coats your tongue. You are leaving. The promise you made to your sister, to return before the first snow, has been broken not by distance,...

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