The Faded Frontier
The parchment weighed three ounces. Kaelen held it in his left hand, the leather strap of his sword digging into his shoulder. He had ridden for two days through the mist, counting the miles to keep his mind from drifting into the numbness that had started in his fingertips. Now, standing before the High King, the weight of the document felt like a stone in his pocket. The court was a cavern of...
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