The Distant Promise

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The dream was wet. It tasted of iron and old soil. Elias woke with a gasp. The rain tapped against the glass. A steady, rhythmic drumming. He sat up. The sheets were twisted. His hands shook. Not from cold. From fear. He looked at the window. The city was dark. The lights of the institute hummed below. A pale, sickly glow. He knew he should sleep. He knew the day was long. But the dream...

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