The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain of mist that erased the boundary between the cobblestones of the old city and the sky above, blurring the world into a single, weeping entity of stone and water. Elias Thorne moved through the deluge with the deliberate, heavy steps of a man carrying a burden far too large for his shoulders, his cloak soaked through to the skin, the...
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