The Distant Affair

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The iron of the sword hilt was cold against Sir Aldric’s palm, a weight that had been part of his hand for twenty years, yet in the suffocating, sweat-drenched air of the throne room antechamber, it felt like a stone that might crush him. He stood before the heavy oak doors, his breath held in his chest, listening to the muffled, frantic sounds of the King’s collapse beyond the threshold, a...

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