The Distant Promise

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The dream is not a place but a pressure, a heavy, wet wool pressed against your face, and you are running through the corridors of the Ashworth estate, the air thick with the smell of coal smoke and dried lavender, your hands wrapped around a single, cold object that pulses with a rhythm that is not quite your own heart. You wake with the taste of iron on your tongue, the taste of old blood,...

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