The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall; it stood. It hung in the air of the village of Oakhaven like a curtain of grey glass, freezing the world in a state of perpetual, damp suspension. Elara stood in the center of the village square, her boots sinking into the mud that had been ground into paste by the ceaseless, rhythmic pounding of the weather. Around her, the stone walls of the old manor loomed, their...

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