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... years of memory, the days were like the old oak tree by the field, ring by ring, stable and repetitive.
His world wasn’t big, just centered around the stone-built farmhouse, radiating out to the patch of black land he cultivated, at most reaching the nearby stream to fetch water or going to town once a month to exchange some grain for salt and thread.
This land was owned by a noble lord named Viscount Barton.
The viscount’s castle was far on the other side of the hills; ...
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