The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall; it was driven. It hammered against the iron visor of my helm, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that drowned out the wind. I tasted copper on my tongue. It was not my blood. It was the taste of the old world, seeping through the cracks in my armor. I stood in the mud of the Ashen Vale, the ground sucking at my boots with the patience of a grave. Around me, the air shimmered...

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