The Distant Promise

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2026-08-19 11:56:43 -

The carriage wheels groaned against the gravel, a sound like a dry throat clearing in the night air. Elias Vane sat in the back, his knees pressed tight together, watching the fog curl through the iron gates of Blackwood Manor. He was not a guest. He was a debt. And debts, he had learned, were collected in flesh. Inside the manor, the chandeliers were dead, their crystals catching the weak...

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