The Distant Promise

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The bread was stale. It sat on the table. Black. Hard. Like stone. Elara picked it up. Her fingers trembled. The crust cracked. Dust fell. "Is it ready?" she asked. Silence. The room was cold. Stone walls. Damp. The air smelled of rot and iron. A single candle burned. It flickered. It died. She lit it again. Her hands shook. The match hissed. Smoke filled her nose. "Master," she whispered. "The...

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