The Distant Promise

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The air in the sub-basement of St. Jude’s Orphanage tasted of wet wool and old iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and refused to clear, no matter how often I swallowed. I sat on the cold concrete floor, my knees drawn up to my chest, holding the heavy brass weight in my lap. It was not a ball, nor a piece of jewelry, but a sphere of dense, dark metal that hummed with a low,...

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