The Distant Promise

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2026-08-19 08:11:08 -

The fog clings to the walls. It is thick. It tastes of iron and rot. You stand in the center of the hall. The floor is cold stone. Your boots echo. They call you the Warden. You wear the grey cloak. The hood is heavy. You do not lift it. No one sees your face. No one sees your eyes. This is the rule. The rule is old. The rule is the law. You are here to judge. You are here to bind. The shadows...

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