The Distant Promise

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The rain against the windowpane of the Blackwood estate was not a sound but a presence, a heavy, wet finger pressing against the glass, trying to find the cracks in your resolve. You stood by the fireplace, the heat doing nothing to warm the cold that had settled into your marrow, and watched the steam rise from the teacup in your hand. It was a good cup, china with a delicate blue pattern that...

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