The Distant Promise

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The rain against the leaded windows of the High Keep was not a sound so much as a presence, a persistent, wet finger tracing the cracks in the mortar, reminding the stone of its own mortality. Sir Julian Ashworth stood by the balcony, his back to the chamber where the Council of Elders sat in judgment, his hands clasped behind him with a rigidity that suggested he was holding his own spine...

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