The Distant Promise

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The cold in the Keep was not merely a temperature. It was a presence. It settled in the marrow of the stone and seeped into the skin of anyone who dared to linger. Elias stood before the great mirror, the only object in the cavernous room that did not weep with condensation. He was a man of forty winters, though his face bore the hollows of a man twice that age. His hair, once the color of dark...

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