The Distant Promise

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The ink on my left palm had not faded in six days. It was a sigil of black soot and dried blood, a spiral that started at the base of my thumb and coiled inward, tight as a knot in old rope. I rubbed at it with a rag that was already stiff with grease, but the mark only darkened, as if the fabric was feeding it rather than scrubbing it away. The air in the lower cellar of the Ashworth Estate...

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