The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a heavy, grey curtain that smelled of wet stone and old iron, clinging to the thatched roofs of the village like a shroud that refused to be lifted. I stood in the center of the courtyard, my boots sinking into the mud that had turned the square into a mirror of the bruised sky, and I watched the door of the Keep open. It was not a man who...

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