The Distant Promise

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The glass was cold. That was the first thing I noticed. Not the shape, which was a jagged, irregular shard of what used to be a windowpane from the old chapel, but the temperature. It bit into my palm, a sharp, clean pain that felt like a lie. "It’s gone," said Elias. He stood by the door, his tie loosened, his face pale under the fluorescent lights of the office. He looked tired. Not the...

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