The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a grey, suffocating veil that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into mirrors of broken slate and decay. You were standing there, your boots soaking through with the cold, the weight of your uniform a leaden shroud against your skin, while the bells of St. Jude’s tolled the hour in a rhythm that felt less like time passing and more...

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