The Distant Crown
The iron gates of Aldermoor Castle did not open with a click, but with a groan that sounded like the clearing of a throat before a death rattle. Captain Thomas Bradshaw stood in the courtyard, his hand resting on the pommel of a sword that felt too heavy for his arm, a weight he had carried since the war in the south and which now felt less like a weapon and more like an anchor dragging him...
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