The Distant Nightmare
The iron collar was cold, a weight of dead metal that bit into Elias’s neck with every step he took on the frozen mud. It was a symbol of debt, of service owed to a Crown that did not look back, and the sound of its links clinking together was the only rhythm in the world as he approached the gates of Kael Fortress. He held the parchment tight in his left hand, the royal pardon for his brother...
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