The Distant Promise

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The wind did not blow in Millhaven. It screamed. It tore at the thatch of the cottages and howled through the gaps in the stone walls, a sound like a dying beast. Thomas stood in the center of the square, his hands bound by rope so tight it bit into the meat of his wrists. Around him, the village gathered. They did not shout. They watched. Their faces were masks of gray stone, eyes hard and...

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