The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised sky, a cold, wet breath that seeped into the bones of the stone keep and the flesh of the men who guarded it. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the ramparts, his fingers white-knuckled around the iron rail, watching the forest below where the mist coiled like the smoke of a thousand extinguished candles. He was a prisoner, though...

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