The Distant Promise

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The iron gate of the estate was not merely a barrier but a throat, a jagged maw of rusted bars that seemed to inhale the fog rolling off the moor, swallowing the silence whole before it could reach the cold stone walls within, and you stood before it, your knuckles white and bleeding against the hilt of your service pistol, your breath coming in short, sharp bursts that misted in the frigid...

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