The Distant Promise

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2026-08-18 01:10:48 -

The air in the conservatory was thick, a stagnant broth of rotting petal and damp earth. Elias sat in the corner, his back pressed against the cold glass of the wall, watching the ivy creep along the iron frame. The plant was dying. Its leaves, once a vibrant, aggressive green, had turned a sickly, bruised purple, curling inward as if trying to hide from the light. It was a symbol of his own...

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