The Distant Promise

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The rain here does not fall; it hovers, a suspended mist that tastes of iron and old bone, clinging to the stone walls of this impossible citadel which exists in no map you have ever seen, yet whose corridors you know by the blindfolded memory of your feet, and you stand now in the center of the Great Hall, where the air is thick with the scent of wet ash and the faint, sickly sweetness of...

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