The Distant Promise

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The house breathed. It was a slow, wet inhalation, a sound that lived in the walls of Blackwood Manor, a place where the air tasted of damp wool and old copper. Elias lay in the narrow bed in the attic, his eyes open to the ceiling. He did not sleep. He listened. The beams creaked above him, a low moan that sounded like a voice trying to remember a name. He was twelve years old, but his bones...

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