The Distant Promise
Elias. The name hit me like a slap. I flinched. My hand jerked, and the quill skittered across the parchment, leaving a jagged black scar. Kael stood over me. He was huge. His shadow swallowed the desk. I could smell the iron in his breath. The smell of old blood. Sign it, boy. I looked at the paper. It was the King’s final decree. Or so they said. It ordered the release of debtors. It was...
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