The Distant Promise

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The sky tore open. Rain fell like shards of glass. It stung. It cut. Caleb stood in the mud. He held the box. It was heavy. Iron. Cold. The weight pulled his shoulders down. He did not drop it. He would not drop it. The village was gone. Ash. Smoke. Silence. The trees had burned. The fields were black. The air tasted of sulfur and old blood. Caleb walked. His boots squelched. He walked through...

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