The Distant Promise

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The morning fog did not roll in so much as it seeped up from the floorboards of the Blackwood Institute, a thick, grey miasma that smelled of wet wool, old paper, and the metallic tang of ozone, clinging to the legs of the men in their pressed uniform trousers like a living, breathing parasite that refused to be shaken off. Elias Thorne stood at the head of the long oak table in the lecture...

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