The Distant Promise

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The rain fell like a curse. It soaked through the wool of Major Elias Thorne’s tunic, cold and wet against his skin. He stood in the corridor of the Blackwood Estate. The air smelled of damp stone and rotting lilies. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword. He waited. The house was a beast. It breathed with a slow, heavy rhythm. Shadows pooled in the corners. They moved when he blinked. The...

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