The Distant Legend

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The harvest feast at Blackwood Hall was a spectacle of excess, the long tables groaning under the weight of roasted pheasants and apples so red they looked like bruises. Elias Thorne stood by the chimney, his tunic stiff with sweat, watching Lord Blackwood raise a glass of deep amber wine to the room. Elias was thirty years old, a sergeant in the estate’s private guard, a man who had spent a...

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