The Distant Promise

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The river had always been the heartbeat of the valley, a slow, muscular pulse of brown and grey that beat against the stone walls of our little university town, a place where the air smelled perpetually of wet wool, old paper, and the faint, sweet rot of autumn leaves that never quite managed to fall all at once. I remember standing on the bridge with Elias, watching the water churn and swirl...

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