The Distant Promise
The carriage wheels bit into the soft, rotting earth of the valley floor, shaking the glass panes of the enclosed compartment until they hummed with a low, mournful vibration. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of dried lavender and old wool, a fragrant tomb that sealed Elias Thorne away from the gray, weeping rain that lashed against the windows. He sat hunched over a ledger, his fingers...
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