The Distant Promise

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The dream always began with the sound of water striking slate. It was a rhythmic, percussive tapping that echoed in the hollow of Elias Thorne’s chest, a sound that had no source in the waking world of Harrow’s End. He woke in the blue twilight of the study, the air thick with the scent of dried lavender and the stale, metallic tang of old paper. On the desk before him lay the manuscript, a...

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