The Distant Promise

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The box arrived on a Tuesday, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine so tightly the knots had eaten themselves. Henry Ashworth-Cross turned it over in his hands, feeling the strange geometry of its contents—neither light enough to be books, neither heavy enough to be stone. The postmark read "Cirencester," though he had not spoken to anyone in that market town for eleven months. Not since...

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