The Distant Promise

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The wind howled through the pines. It was a cold, wet wind. It carried the scent of rot. And iron. Elias stood at the edge of the forest. His sword was sheathed. His hands shook. He looked back at the village. Smoke rose from the chimneys. Thin grey threads against the dark sky. He had to leave. He had to walk into the dark. He was a soldier. A protector. That was his name. That was his title....

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