The Distant Promise

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The cellar smelled of damp earth and old sugar. It was a scent that had seeped into the pores of the house, into the woodwork, into the clothes of anyone who lingered there too long. Arthur Thorne, a man whose spine had begun to curve like a question mark under the weight of his own scholarship, stood in the center of the stone room. In his hand, he held a small, tarnished spoon. It was the...

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