The Distant Promise
The promise was made at low tide, on a shore where the sea had drawn back far enough to expose the grey bones of the world. Arthur Pendelton stood at the water's edge in his father's old wool coat — too heavy for August, too heavy for anything except the weight of a promise he could not yet understand. Eleanor Voss stood beside him, and the wind carried the salt-smell of something about to...
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