The Distant Promise
The iron key sat in my pocket. It was cold. It was heavy. It was mine. We lived in the house. The house was old. The house was dark. We were the last. I was a exile. I had left the wars. I had left the fires. I came here to be safe. I came here to be nothing. The master was Lord Ashworth. He was dead. Or so we thought. The servants whispered. I did not listen. I cleaned. I polished. I kept the...
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