The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended grey curtain that blurred the horizon where the wetlands of the Mississippi Delta met the bruised twilight sky, and within that suspended air, Elias Thorne walked with the heavy, rhythmic gait of a man who had forgotten how to stop, his boots sinking into the mud with a sound like the wet tearing of old bandages, each step a deliberate act...
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