The Distant Promise
The banquet hall of the Ashworth Institute for Zoological Preservation smelled of wet wool, heated copper, and the sharp, metallic tang of fear that had been simmering in the rafters for decades. It was a night of celebration, or what the brochures called celebration, a grand exhibition of the newly cataloged specimens from the highlands, where the air was thick with the humidity of preserved...
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