The Distant Promise

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The departure was not a sudden tearing away but a slow, viscous draining, much like the ebbing of a tide that reveals the jagged, blackened architecture of the seabed, and Eleanor Whitmore stood at the threshold of the Priory’s east wing, her fingers trailing along the cold stone lintel which hummed with a frequency that she had come to mistake for the pulse of her own failing heart. The air in...

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