The Distant Promise

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The ink had dried on the ledger, but the weight of the transaction remained suspended in the air of the scriptorium, a heavy, golden haze that smelled of lamp oil and old vellum. I sat at the oak desk, the grain worn smooth by centuries of anxious palms, and stared at the object before me: a small, silver locket, no larger than a sparrow’s egg, engraved with a pattern of interlocking thorns. It...

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