The Distant Promise

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The hall of the Manor of Blackthorn was a cavern of shadows and dust. Candlelight flickered. It danced on the high vaulted ceilings. It clung to the faces of the guests. They were pale. They were thin. They wore velvet the color of dried blood. The air smelled of beeswax and rot. It smelled of old wood and wet stone. Elias sat in the corner. He held a glass of wine. He did not drink. He watched...

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