The Distant Promise
The iron portcullis groaned against the stone, a sound that was less mechanical than biological, a grinding of teeth that echoed through the vaulted chambers of the Blackfriars Keep, where the air hung thick with the scent of damp mortar and old blood, and in the center of this suffocating, circular darkness stood Captain Elias Thorne, a man whose uniform was the color of dried clay, stained...
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