The Distant Promise

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The parchment was thin, almost translucent, and smelled of damp cellar and old iron. I held it under the flickering candlelight, the ink blurring at the edges as my hands trembled. It was a writ of debt, signed in the dry, scratchy hand of King Alaric, declaring that my brother, Thomas, owed the Crown a sum so vast it could buy a small village. I had come to this obsidian court, a place that...

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