The Distant Promise
The iron key slid through the lock of the outer gate with a grinding shriek that echoed off the black stone of the perimeter wall, a sound that Elias Thorne felt in the marrow of his jaw rather than heard with his ears, as he hauled the heavy oak door shut against the biting wind of the Blackwood Station’s northern approach. He was thirty-four years old, a border warden of the Crown’s most...
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