The Distant Promise

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The ink was black. It pooled in the well. Silas watched it. The water was still. A mirror. Not for his face. For the house. The Manor stood heavy. Stone and shadow. He was the Clerk. A title without power. A role without end. "Is it done?" A voice in the hall. Eleanor. She stood in the doorway. Her face was pale. Her eyes were wide. Fear in the line of her jaw. Silas did not turn. He stared at...

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