The Distant Promise
The rain had been falling for three days, a grey, relentless sheet that turned the cobblestones of the old quarter into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gas lamps and the indifferent faces of passersby. You are standing on the steps of the Grand Hotel, the stone cold and damp against the soles of your boots, watching the figure of your oldest friend recede into the mist. You do not call out....
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