The Distant Promise
The ink was still wet on the parchment when the first crack appeared, a hairline fracture in the seal of the King’s justice that ran down the center of the document like a vein of dried blood in pale stone, and Margaret stood in the center of the frozen moor, her breath hanging in the air in sharp, crystalline plumes that dissolved before they could touch the ground, holding the scroll as if it...
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