The Distant Promise

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I woke with the taste of iron on my tongue. The cell was cold. It was a deep, wet cold that settled into the marrow. I coughed. The sound echoed off the stone. It was a dry, rattling cough. I knew where I was. I had been here before. Not in this body, perhaps. But in this mind. The door opened. Light spilled in. It was blinding. It was white. It was the light of the inquisition. I squinted. A...

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