The Distant Promise

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The cellar smelled of wet limestone and old iron. It was a place where light went to die, swallowed by the shadows of the stone walls. Here, beneath the cobbled floors of the Ashworth Hall, Thomas held the mirror. It was a small thing, oval, framed in tarnished silver. The glass was cold, slick like a stone pulled from a river. He did not look into it. He knew what lived in the reflection. He...

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