The Distant Promise

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The bell rang. It was not a chime. It was a scream of iron. I was at the table. My hands were still. The tea had gone cold. It sat in the porcelain like a pool of stagnant water. I watched it. I did not blink. The door burst open. Thomas stood there. He was breathing hard. His coat was torn. The rain clung to his hair. It was a cold rain. It had no mercy. "Edward," he said. His voice was a...

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