The Distant Promise

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The cellar smelled of damp earth and the sharp, metallic tang of iron filings. Elias Thorne stood before the stone altar, his hands resting on the hilt of a sword that had not seen blood in thirty years. The blade was dull, pitted by rust, but to his eyes, it gleamed with a terrible clarity. He was the last of the Royal Guard, a title that held no weight in the court of King Arthur’s...

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