The Distant Promise

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The iron in the blood tastes of rust. I am old. The joints scream. The armor is heavy. It is not steel. It is skin. My skin. The castle breathes. Stone lungs. Dark halls. I walk alone. The torch flickers. Shadow dances. I am the Warden. I am the Cage. My son is here. He is young. He is strong. He is the Key. He does not know. I do not tell. Silence is law. We meet in the Hall. The floor is...

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