The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended veil of grey mist that clung to the stones of the old wall and soaked into the wool of my cloak. I stood at the edge of the moor, the ground soft and treacherous beneath my boots, feeling the dampness seep through the leather and chill the bone. In my hand, I held the iron seal, a heavy, cold weight that pulsed against my palm...

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