The Distant Promise
The seal on the chest was broken. Not by a hammer, but by time. The wax had cracked, a jagged fissure running through the crimson field like a dry riverbed. Inside the box lay the letter. It was not paper. It was skin. Thin, translucent, and warm to the touch. Silas stood in the center of the keep. The floorboards groaned under his boots. He was a man of stone and silence. A keeper of the...
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