The Distant Promise

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2026-08-19 08:09:42 -

The rain in the city did not fall so much as it hung, a grey, suffocating curtain that blurred the edges of the cobblestones and swallowed the gaslight whole. You stood at the window of your office on the fourth floor of the Ministry of Records, watching the droplets race each other down the glass, a frantic, silent ballet of decay. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp wool and old...

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