The Distant Legend
The iron key hung heavy in Elias Thorne’s hand, cold and slick with the damp that had soaked through his wool tunic. It was a simple thing, a rectangle of blackened metal with three teeth, but it held the weight of the week’s hunger. He stood in the muddy courtyard of Blackwater Keep, the frost biting at his boots, while the men around him shuffled in the grey light. The well in the center of...
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