The Distant Promise

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The fog came in off the sea like a shroud, heavy and wet, smelling of brine and rusted iron. It swallowed the town of Blackwood Point, erasing the spires of the church and the jagged silhouette of the lighthouse until only the immediate world remained: the mud, the cold, and the sound of breathing. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the square, his uniform torn at the shoulder, the wool soaked...

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