The Distant Blade
The cold in Oakhaven Keep does not just bite; it listens. You stand in the center of the great hall, the floor tiles freezing the soles of your boots, and feel the silence pressing against your eardrums like deep water. Your name is Elias. You are thirty-two years old, a warden of the border, and you are terrified. Not of the snow outside, but of the stone. The keep is alive. It breathes in the...
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