The Distant Promise

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2026-08-18 07:50:37 -

The ink on the ledger had not yet dried. I watched it glisten. Black. Wet. Alive. It was the sign. The mark of our union. Eleanor had drawn it. A circle. A dot. A void. It sat upon the page like a pupil. Watching me. I am a soldier. Or I was. Now I am a guard. The town of Oakhaven breathes in the fog. The mist rolls in from the river. Cold. Damp. It clings to the skin. It seeps into the bone....

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