The Distant Promise
In his left hand, Elias Thorne held a scrap of parchment so thin it seemed less like paper and more like a dried leaf that had forgotten how to fall. It was the Seal of Silence, an artifact of such negligible weight that it should not have required the strength of his forearm to keep it steady, yet his muscles burned with the effort of holding it against the wind that howled through the...
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