The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 03:19:17 -

The frost did not fall; it erupted. I stood in the center of the corridor. The stone floor was slick with a slurry of ice and blood. My hand was wrapped in linen. The linen was red. The air smelled of copper and wet wool. I was a Knight of the Order. My duty was to hold the line. The line was a wall of oak and iron. It was breaking. The beast was not a creature of flesh. It was a shadow that...

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