The Distant Promise

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2026-08-17 21:34:30 -

The tower was a throat of stone. It swallowed light and spat out cold. Elias sat on the flagstones, his knees drawn up to his chest. The air tasted of damp moss and old iron. He was a prisoner. Not by law, but by choice. And by fear. The mountain rose outside the window. It did not move. It did not care. It stood there, gray and eternal, a silent witness to his confinement. Elias looked at it....

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