The Distant Promise

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a slick, black mirror that reflected the jagged spires of the Abbey. Thomas Whitmore stood at the edge of the courtyard, his heavy cloak dripping onto the flagstones. He was old, his face a map of deep furrows carved by wind and worry, but his eyes, pale and sharp as flint, held a clarity that belied his years....

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