The Distant Promise
The silence in the antechamber of the Blackwood Abbey was not an absence of sound, but a presence, a heavy, velvet weight that pressed against the eardrums and settled into the marrow of the bone, a physical substance that Margaret Holloway had learned to navigate as a surgeon navigates the intricate, unforgiving topography of the human chest. She stood before the high-backed throne of stone...
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