The Distant Promise

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The rain hit the stone. It did not fall. It struck. I stood in the archway. The wet plaster was cold. My hands shook. They were raw. Blood seeped into the wool of my gloves. I could not feel the cold anymore. Only the heat. The heat in my chest. It burned. My name is Elias. I was a man of wood. I cut it. I shaped it. I sold it. I did not fight. I paid the tithe. I kept my head down. I had a...

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