The Distant Promise

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The iron key hangs heavy on your wrist, a cold, unyielding weight that has long since ceased to feel like metal and begun to feel like bone, a calcified extension of your own flesh that throbs in time with the damp, rotting pulse of the house. You are standing in the library, where the shadows pool thick and black in the corners, devouring the light of the single candle you have dared to light,...

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