The Distant Affair
The letter lay on the cold stone table, its seal broken, the ink still wet with the damp of the cellar where it had been hidden. Sir Aldric read the words of the King’s justice, a decree that stripped him of his lands and his name, citing theft of the Crown’s iron key. He did not look up. The air in the vault was thick, smelling of old iron and wet wool, a cold that settled deep in the marrow....
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