The Distant Promise

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You wake not with a gasp, but with a heavy, wet sensation in the back of your throat, as if you have swallowed a stone made of river mud and cold iron. The air in the crypt is thick, stale, and smells of damp wool and old blood. You are lying on a slab of black basalt, your body aching with a fatigue that has nothing to do with sleep and everything to do with the sheer weight of your own...

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