The Distant Promise

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The fog did not roll in; it descended like a grey shroud, suffocating the cobblestones of Whitmore Hall until the spires vanished into the mist. Elara sat in the corner of the scriptorium, her back pressed against the cold stone, watching the shadows lengthen. She was a minor clerk, a woman of ink and silence, tasked with the tedious labor of transcribing the ledgers of the estate. But tonight,...

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