The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a slow, grey curtain of silt and sorrow that blurred the distinction between the mud of the valley floor and the black, rotting timber of the gatehouse where I stood, my hands locked in the heavy iron rings of the portcullis, my body a mere conduit for the force required to hold the ancient mechanism open against the weight of the centuries that...

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