The Distant Blade
The iron seal on the parchment was still warm, bearing the impression of the King’s lion, and it sat upon the table like a cold eye watching the man who had earned it, a man named Elias Thorne whose hands, once steady enough to split a hair with a needle, now trembled with a violence that shook the very stones of the keep, for he had been summoned not for honor but for the erasure of a debt...
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