The Distant Promise
The rain fell on the slate roof of Blackwood Asylum. It drummed a steady, hollow rhythm. Elias stood in the corner of the ward. He watched the water streak the high windows. The glass was warped. It distorted the gray sky into a trembling, liquid shape. Elias felt the cold in his bones. It was a familiar ache. It lived in the joints of his hands. It lived in the marrow of his spine. He was a...
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