The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it was forced into the earth by a sky that had forgotten how to breathe, a grey, churning expanse of bruised clouds that pressed down upon the jagged peaks of the Blackwood Range with the weight of an old, unburdened sin, and I stood there, my boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and iron, watching the thing move through the mist with a grace that was...

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