The Distant Promise
The house at the end of Blackwood Lane did not simply stand; it crouched, a heavy, timbered beast against the gray throat of the sky. Rain lashed the windows of the master bedroom, blurring the world outside into a smear of mud and dying autumn leaves, but the air inside remained still, thick with the scent of old paper and the metallic tang of fear. Elias Thorne stood by the window, his back...
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