The Distant Promise

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1342, October 14th. The rain has not stopped for three days. It drums against the thatch of the abandoned mill, a relentless, hollow rhythm that matches the beating of my heart. I am Elias, scribe to Master Aldric, and I am running. The city of Ashford is dying, the plague turning the streets into open graves, but my legs carry me west, toward the border, toward the Duke. In my satchel, wrapped...

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