The Distant Promise

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2026-08-18 21:58:56 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the old castle courtyard into slick mirrors reflecting the bruised sky. Thomas Bradshaw stood by the iron gate, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt less like a weapon and more like a heavy, cold anchor dragging at his soul. The steel was worn, the pommel bent from years of use, the...

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