The Distant Promise

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The heat in the Black Tower did not rise; it pressed, a physical weight against the skin. The Weight of the Stone Frank Fenwick stood alone in the obsidian vault, the air so thick it felt like breathing through wet wool. He was a royal guard, thirty-two years old, and his hands, calloused from the sword hilt, trembled not from fear but from the effort of holding his form. The uncanny rule of...

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