The Distant Promise
The candle in the iron sconce flickered, casting long, jagged shadows that danced against the stone walls of the antechamber. I watched the flame tremble, a small, defiant star in the vast, breathing dark of the castle. "Is it finished?" Lord Ashworth asked. His voice was not loud, but it carried the weight of the room, pressing against the air like a physical thing. I did not look up from the...
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