The Distant Promise

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The rain lashed the glass. It was a violent, hissing sound. I held the brooch. My hands shook. I could feel the cold metal bite into my skin. It was a heavy thing. A black onyx stone set in silver. It looked like a dead eye. It watched me. I was in the attic. The air was thick. Dust motes danced in the single beam of light. My sister, Elara, was downstairs. I could hear her breathing. It was...

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