The Distant Promise
The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the gravel road into a slurry of mud and decay. Elias Thorne adjusted the strap of his leather satchel, the weight of it familiar against his hip, a counterbalance to the emptiness in his stomach. He was a man who lived in the margins, a tracker of the lost and the misplaced, hired by the wealthy to find what they could not bear to let go. Today,...
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