The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it invaded, a cold, metallic tide that seeped through the double-glazing of the clinic window and settled into the marrow of my bones. I stood in the center of the room, my back pressed against the sterile white tile of the examination counter, my hands trembling not from fear but from the sheer, vibrating tension of a bowstring pulled to its absolute limit....
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