The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a grey curtain of mist that soaked through the wool of Elias Thorne’s tunic and settled into the bone. He stood in the courtyard of Blackwood Keep, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old, dried blood, his hand clenched so tight around his father’s silver signet ring that the knuckles were white. The ring was cold, a deep, biting chill that...

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