The Distant Promise

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The iron weight of the lantern was the only thing that felt real. It hung from my hand, swinging in a slow, hypnotic arc, casting long, jagged shadows against the wet stone of the corridor. I was bleeding from my nose, the metallic taste thick and cloying on my tongue, but I did not wipe it away. I could not. My hands were occupied with the burden, and the burden was my only truth. "Stop it,...

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