The Distant Promise
The door locks. You know it locks. The sound is small, a metallic click, but it echoes in the hollow of your chest. You are in the library. The air is stale, thick with the dust of centuries. It smells of rotting paper and old blood. You sit in the chair. Your hands are shaking. You look at the man across from you. He is your husband. Or he was. The name is Elias. He sits perfectly still. His...
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