The Distant Promise

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My hand closed around the iron handle of the axe, the metal cold and slick with condensation, and I pulled it free from the stump where it had been driven. The weight of it was familiar, a dead thing in my grip, but my shoulder screamed in protest, a dull throb that had become my constant companion since the autumn rains began. I was Silas, Warden of the Blackwood Gate, and the oak before me...

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