The Distant Promise

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The cellar door groaned. You pulled it open. The air was thick. It tasted of rot. It smelled of iron. You descended. The stone steps were slick. Your boots slipped. You caught the railing. Your fingers bled. You did not stop. You could not stop. The hunger was not in your belly. It was in your blood. It was a black hunger. It was a living thing. It demanded sustenance. It demanded you. The...

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