The Distant Promise

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The ink was black. Not the deep, forgiving black of midnight, nor the soft, dusty black of dried blood. It was the sharp, absolute black of a void that had swallowed the light. Elias Thorne held the quill. His hand did not shake. It never shook. It was the hand of a clerk, precise and steady, trained since boyhood to render the will of the Crown into legible permanence. Outside the high, narrow...

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