The Distant Promise
The rain had been falling for three days. It drummed a relentless, hollow rhythm against the slate roof of the house on Blackwood Lane. Elias Thorne sat in the corner of the study, his back pressed against the cold stone wall. He was not afraid. He was certain of that. Fear was for those who did not know what they were looking for. Elias knew. He had been looking for it for twenty years, ever...
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