The Distant Promise

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The champagne tasted of copper. I drank it. The glass shattered in my hand. Red. Sharp. Hot. Lord Ashworth smiled. His teeth were white. Perfect. "Careful, Elias," he said. His voice was silk. It wrapped around my throat. I looked at the floor. The shards. The bubbles. The wine. It looked like blood. It was not blood. It was red. He did not blink. He sipped his own wine. He did not spill a...

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