The Distant Promise

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14th October, 1342. The key in my hand was cold, a slab of iron that felt heavier than it should, and the metal bit into the palm of my hand where the calluses had worn thin from years of holding a sword hilt. I stood in the corridor outside the High Justiciar’s chambers, listening to the silence that usually preceded a decision, but today the silence was broken by a wet, tearing sound, like...

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