The Distant Promise

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The rain fell like a curse on the black stone of the Keep. It was a cold, gray morning in the year of the King’s Silence, when the wind carried the smell of wet iron and old blood. Elias stood at the window. He wore his armor. It was not steel. It was woven from the skin of the dead, stitched with silver thread. It hummed against his ribs. It knew his fear. It fed on it. He was the Warden of...

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