The Distant Promise

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Elias woke with the taste of chalk on his tongue. It was a dry, powdery taste, like the dust of old bones. He lay still in the narrow bed of the abbey cell. The stone walls wept with dampness. The air smelled of rot and myrrh. He closed his eyes. He tried to remember the dream. It was a fog. A thick, white fog. He could not hold it. He could only feel the weight of it pressing against his...

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