The Distant Promise
The mud on the road to Blackwood Keep was not merely wet; it was a living thing, sucking at your boots with a tenacity that mirrored the cold seeping into your marrow. You are Elias, thirty-two years old, and you have walked for three days since the plague took Thomas, your brother, leaving behind only a sealed letter and a body that smelled of rot and betrayal. In your hand, you clutch the...
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