The Distant Promise
The dream begins with the smell of burnt honey and the taste of iron on your tongue, a flavor so sharp it cuts through the fog of sleep and pins you to the mattress of the stone chamber, the air thick with the scent of damp moss and ancient dust. You are not alone in this silence; the presence of your father, Lord Elias, is a weight in the room, a shadow that does not move with the light of the...
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