The Distant Promise
The rain had been falling for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of the town square into slick, black mirrors reflecting the gaslight above, and Elias Vane stood at the center of that wet, glistening circle, his hands bound behind his back with a length of rough hemp rope that bit into his wrists with a dull, throbbing ache that had long since faded into a...
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