The Distant Promise

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2026-08-18 15:46:09 -

The rain in Blackwood was not water, but a fine, gray grit that settled into the creases of my skin and the worn leather of my duster. I stood in the center of the town square, the cobblestones slick and treacherous under my boots, while the crowd gathered in a tight, silent ring around me. They did not cheer. They watched with the stillness of held breath, their faces pale and gaunt in the...

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