The Distant Promise
The letter lay on the table. It was thick. It was black. It was final. Elias stood by the window. The fog pressed against the glass. It smelled of wet stone and old iron. He held the seal in his hand. The wax was cold. It broke under his thumb. A sharp crack. A clean break. He had served the Order for thirty years. He had kept the silence. He had kept the line. Now the line was gone. "Did you...
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