The Distant Promise

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The seal was red. It sat on the parchment, a drop of wax hardened by cold. Elias Vane looked at it. He had seen it before. In dreams. In the fever of the night when his hands shook and the candle burned low. It was the mark of the High Inquisitor. It was the mark of the law. It was the mark that said *silence*. Elias was old. His joints clicked like dry twigs in the wind. The stone floor of the...

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