The Distant Promise

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2026-08-18 01:36:32 -

The dream was always the same. A house of black stone, perched on a cliff edge where the wind screamed like a wounded animal. The windows were blind with frost. In the center of the room, a door stood open. Behind it, nothing. Just the grey, endless void. Thomas woken with his hand clenched around the pillow, the fabric damp with sweat. The air in the cell was cold. It tasted of rust and old...

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