The Distant Promise
The seal broke at midnight. It was not a sound I heard. It was a sensation. A coldness that started in the marrow of my spine and spread to the tips of my fingers. The air in the vault grew thick. It tasted of iron and old rain. I stood before the Black Ledger. It was bound in leather that had turned the color of dried blood. The clasp was silver. It had been silver for three hundred years. I...
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