The Distant Promise

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The iron bit. The horse screamed. Miles Thorne did not look back. He could not. To look back was to admit the debt. To look back was to see the fire. He dug his heels into the flanks of the mare. She was not a beast of burden. She was a engine of flesh and terror, spurning the mud of the valley. The rain fell in sheets, cold and hard as shot. It stung his face. It washed the dust from his eyes....

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