The Distant Promise

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You wake not with the sudden jolt of a start, but with the slow, viscous dragging of a body pulled up from the silt of a dark river. The air is thick, tasting of iron and wet ash, and the first thing you register is the pain in your left hand, a throbbing, rhythmic ache that seems to emanate from the marrow itself. You open your eyes. You are standing in the middle of a heath, the ground...

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