The Distant Promise

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2026-08-23 07:59:35 -

"Pour it out," Master Vane said, his voice flat as a stone dropped in a well. The hall smelled of beeswax and old blood, the scent of a place where men were made and unmade by the weight of their oaths. Sir Aldric Thorne stood before the Inquisitor’s dais, his hand locked around the small glass vial. It was heavy, heavier than its size suggested, and it hummed against his palm with a low,...

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