The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended curtain over the courtyard. I watched it from the high window of the east tower. My name is Elara. I am the sister of the King. And I am losing my mind to the moss. The castle is old. Stone bones. The ivy eats the mortar. We call it the Green Veil. It moves when there is no wind. I know this. I have tested it. I touched a leaf today. It felt...
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