The Distant Promise
The parchment lay flat on the stone table, its edges curling inward like the lips of a dying flower, and Elias Thorne read the final line for the third time, his eyes burning with a dry, stinging heat that had nothing to do with the candlelight flickering in the damp cellar air. It was a writ of expulsion, signed by the hand of Master Aldric, the steward, declaring Elias an outsider whose...
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