The Distant Promise

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2026-08-19 10:31:44 -

The rain had stopped, but the air still held its breath. It was a heavy, wet silence that pressed against the glass of the window. I stood there, watching the water drip from the eaves, each drop falling with a distinct, final thud. Inside, the house was cold. The fire had burned down to grey ash an hour ago. I did not move to stoke it. I had no need for warmth. I had a need for clarity, and...

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