The Distant Promise

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The sky split. It did not thunder. It shriek. A sound like tearing silk, vast and wet. It came from the east, above the black pine forest that bordered the estate. The rain stopped instantly. The air turned still. Heavy. It smelled of ozone and old copper. Elias stood on the porch. He held a glass of sherry. His hand trembled. Not from cold. The air was warm. Too warm. It was the wrong season...

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