The Distant Promise

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The air in the cellar did not smell of damp earth, as you had been told it would, but of old copper and the sweet, rotting perfume of lilies that had long since lost their shape. You stood before the door, a heavy slab of oak banded with iron that seemed to breathe with a slow, rhythmic pulse, and your hand trembled not from the cold, but from the terrible, seductive weight of the promise you...

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