The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the bruised purple sky, a thick, suffocating mist that clung to the shingles of the crumbling manor house and seeped into the very marrow of the stone, turning the air into a heavy, damp wool that wrapped around Elias Thorne’s chest and squeezed the breath from his lungs. He stood in the center of the grand foyer, his shoes slipping on the...
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