The Distant Promise

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The mortar in the walls of the Old Hall was crumbling, shedding dust that tasted of chalk and old rain, and it settled in the creases of Thomas Bradshaw’s face like a fine, grey snow. He stood in the center of the Great Hall, the silence of the medieval structure pressing against his eardrums, a weight that felt less like air and more like a physical presence, a hand laid gently but firmly over...

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