The Distant Promise

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Could the hunger be stopped by a signature on parchment? Act I The feast hall smelled of rotting lilies and wet wool, a scent that clung to Yeva Ithel’s skin as she stood among the guests of the Magistrate. The air hung with the sound of silverware scraping against bone, a grating noise that mirrored the dry crunch of the Whispering Reeds outside the window. She watched Kael across the room,...

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