The Distant Promise

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The house does not wait for you. It stands in the wet mist, a skeleton of stone and rot, its windows like open mouths that have forgotten how to scream. You are not supposed to be here. The lease was signed three days ago, by a hand that trembled so hard the ink bled. You are the under-tenant. The lower rung. The one who cleans the floors while the Master eats his soup in the dry room upstairs....

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