The Distant Promise

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The dream did not begin with a scene, but with a taste. It was a sharp, metallic tang, like the blood from a bitten lip, mixed with the cloying, sickly sweetness of overripe plums. Elara woke with her mouth full of this phantom flavor, her tongue coated in a film that felt like dust and ash. She sat up in the narrow bed of the stone cottage, the air thick with the damp chill of the moors...

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