The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung, a suspended curtain of grey water that blurred the boundaries between the stone walls of the keep and the churning void beyond. Inside the refectory, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool, stale ale, and the metallic tang of fear. Thomas Bradshaw sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands resting flat on the wood, knuckles white, as if the...

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