The Distant Promise
The air in the hall of St. Jude’s was thick with the scent of damp wool, stale beer, and the cloying sweetness of the lilies that lined the stage, a floral arrangement so dense it seemed to suffocate the light, creating a twilight where the shadows of the pews stretched out like long, black fingers reaching for the ankles of those who sat in the front rows. You sat there, Margaret, in a dress...
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