The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a heavy, rhythmic drumming against the slate roof of the Ashworth estate that seemed to vibrate through the very marrow of Elias’s bones, a deep, resonant hum that had become the only sound he could truly hear since the fever took hold of his left hand, turning the flesh swollen and purple, a grotesque mirror to the rotting oak in the yard that had...
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