The Distant Promise

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You dream of the ink. It is not black, but the deep, bruised purple of a night sky seen through old glass. It runs from your fingers, a thick, viscous tide that pools on the floorboards of the old hall. You try to stop it, but the seal is broken. The words are leaking out of you. This is the house of Lord Ashworth. It is ancient, a thing of stone and shadow, standing on the cliffs where the sea...

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