The Distant Promise
The parchment lay flat on the stone table, its edges curled by the damp that seeped up from the cellar floor, a document of such bureaucratic finality that it seemed to weigh more than the iron keys hanging from the wall. Elias, his fingers stained black with the residue of crushed willow bark and sulfur, read the charter for the third time, the ink blurring slightly under the flicker of the...
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