The Distant Promise

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I am the stone that has been chipped away by the relentless, invisible hammer of time, and I sit here in the damp, cathedral-dark of the crypt beneath the old town hall, where the air tastes of iron and decay and the silence is so heavy it presses against my eardrums like a physical weight. My name is no longer Edward Ashworth, for names are the first things the world strips from a man when it...

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