The Distant Promise
The dream was always the same. Elias stood in a field of grey iron, the sky above him a bruised purple, choked with smoke. He was holding a rifle, but it was heavy, too heavy, dragging at his arm. In the distance, a figure walked away. It was him. It was the him from ten years ago, younger, sharper, with eyes that did not yet know the weight of the soul. The other Elias did not turn around. He...
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