The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the corrugated tin roof of the outbuilding with a rhythm that sounded less like weather and more like a fist knocking on a door that had long since rotted away. Inside, the air was thick, wet, and smelled of ozone and old iron. Silas Vane stood by the window, his back to the room, watching the water streak down the glass in jagged, frantic lines. He...

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