The Distant Promise

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray veil that turned the cobblestones of the Old Quarter into slick, dark mirrors. Elias Vane stood at the threshold of the Hall of Echoes, his hand resting on the cold iron of his service pistol. The building loomed before him, a monolith of black stone and jagged gables, its windows glowing with a sickly, amber light that seemed to pulse...

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