The Distant Promise

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The mortar was thick, the color of dried blood, and it smelled of chalk and old damp. I mixed it in the great stone trough, my hands turning the wood spoon in a circle that had become as instinctive as breathing, a rhythm I had kept for three years in the service of the Order of the Silent Watch. We were not a religious body in the way the bishops understood it, nor a military one, though we...

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