The Distant Promise
The rain had been falling since the second bell tolled across the valley, a thin, persistent sheet of gray water that turned the cobblestones of the old estate into slick mirrors of the dying sky, and Thomas stood at the threshold of the library, his boots heavy with the mud of the lower fields, feeling the weight of the key in his hand like a stone that had grown warm against his palm through...
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