The Distant Promise

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The ink dried before the sun did. I watched it settle into the grain of the parchment, dark and final. It was a seal. A promise. And I was holding it. The room smelled of beeswax and old fear. The chandelier above us was a cage of crystal, catching the candlelight and throwing it back in a thousand jagged shards. It was a beautiful, cold place. The court. "Read it," Lord Ashworth said. He did...

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