The Distant Promise

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The rain does not fall. It hangs. It sits in the heavy, bruised air of the courtyard like a debt unpaid. You stand in it, or perhaps you are the one standing still while the water rises around your boots, soaking into the wool of your trousers, cold as river stone. You hold the watch. It is an old thing, brass and green with age, the glass cracked in a way that makes the time look broken. You...

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