The Distant Blade
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, carried by a boy whose breath plumed in the freezing air of the manor’s entrance hall. Elias took the envelope from the child’s stiff fingers, his own hands trembling not from the cold but from the wax seal. It was red, stamped with the crest of the High Court, a lion devouring a stag. He recognized the lion. He had painted that very beast on his father’s study...
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