The Distant Promise

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The glass orb sat on the velvet cushion, cold and unyielding as a moonstone, reflecting the flickering candlelight of the cellar. Elias Thorne did not look at the orb. He looked at his hands, where the veins stood out like dark roots in dry earth. He was a man of sixty winters, though the cellar seemed to age him by decades in a single night. The air here was thick, tasting of damp stone and...

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