The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 16:17:23 -

The ink on the parchment did not smell of iron, as I had always been taught to expect from the blood of traitors, but rather of wet earth and rot, a scent that rose up from the floorboards of my own ancestral home and into my lungs, choking me with the memory of a war I had won but never truly survived. I stood before the high window, where the rain lashed against the leaded glass in a frenzy...

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