The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended gray mist that clung to the high windows of the Blackwood Institute, blurring the world outside into a watercolor of indistinct shapes and fading memories. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old paper, damp wool, and the metallic tang of fear that seemed to seep from the very stones of the building. Arthur Pendelton sat at his...

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