The Distant Nightmare

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The frost of the year 1348 did not bite so much as it gnawed, a persistent, grinding hunger that settled into the marrow of Sir Kaelen’s bones as he stood before the heavy oak gates of the village of Ashford, his armor a rusted shackle of poverty rather than a shield of honor. He was forty years old, a man whose name had once echoed in the courts of the King but now carried the weight of a debt...

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