The Distant Promise

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1893, November 14. The crack came first. It was a dry, sharp sound, like a branch snapping in a winter forest, but it echoed in the high vaulted ceiling of the Hall of Echoes. I froze. My name is Thomas, and I am twelve years old, but in this palace, I am merely the Duke’s shadow. My father, the Duke of Ashworth, stood at the long oak table, his back to me. He was pressing the royal seal into...

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