The Wistful Witness

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The wind in the courtyard did not howl; it whispered, a dry, papery sound that seemed to peel the life from the stone walls of the Blackwood Keep. Sir Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the frost-hardened earth, his armor cold against his skin, the metal biting into his flesh with a familiarity that had become indistinguishable from his own bones. He was not waiting for a battle. He was waiting...

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