The Distant Promise
The rain hammered against the high, narrow windows of the Blackwood Archive, a relentless drumming that seemed to seal the room in a vacuum of damp and silence. Elias Thorne stood by the heavy oak desk, his hands resting on the cold surface, watching the water trace jagged paths down the glass. He was a man carved from the same weathered stone as the building, his uniform immaculate, his...
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