The Distant Summer
The iron gates of Blackwood Castle groaned open, a sound like a dying beast, and Elias Vane stepped onto the muddy road without looking back. He was twenty years old, his hands raw from gripping the reins, and in his breast pocket he carried a letter from Lord Aldric, his mentor, sealed with the Duke’s wax. The letter promised the pardon of his father’s debts, a bureaucratic miracle that would...
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