The Distant Promise

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The mist clung to the cobblestones of Blackwood like a shroud. It was thick. It smelled of wet stone and old rot. Elara walked. Her boots clicked. A sharp, rhythmic sound. It echoed off the narrow walls. She carried the shawl. It was red. Deep, arterial red. It wrapped her shoulders. It was warm. Too warm. It felt alive. She had fled the capital. She had fled her family. She had fled the memory...

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