The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it suspended, a fine, grey mist that clung to the wool of my coat and seeped into the marrow of my bones, turning the world into a watercolor left out in the damp. I stood on the edge of the moor, watching the trees disappear into the fog, and I knew, with a certainty that felt like a physical weight in my chest, that I was the only one who understood what the...

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