The Distant Promise

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, arched windows of the keep, a relentless, hollow rhythm that echoed in my hollow chest. I stood at the head of the stone table, my hand resting on the hilt of my sword. My fingers were numb. Not from the cold, though the draft from the moat crept up the flagstones like a living thing, but from the waiting. Elias sat across...

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