The Distant Promise
The fire consumed the hall. It did not roar. It whispered. A dry, papery hiss that sounded like a thousand secrets being torn apart. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the room, his hands raised, palms open. He watched the flame climb the oak pillars. He did not run. He had never run. Not since the night the world had turned its back on him and begun to eat itself from the inside out. The...
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