The Distant Promise

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2026-08-19 08:36:51 -

The rain fell on the cobblestones of Ashworth. It fell hard. It fell cold. It washed the dust from the gutters. It washed the shame from the faces. Not yet. Not yet. Elias Thorne arrived by cart. His horse was thin. Its ribs showed. The harness creaked. A dry, hollow sound. Elias did not look at the town. He looked at the road. The road was grey. The sky was grey. His mind was grey. He carried...

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