The Distant Promise
The tower stood in the dark. It was a black tooth against the sky. Rain fell. It hissed on the stone. Commander Elias Thorne sat on the cold floor. His armor clinked. He was still. His hands were bound. The door opened. Light spilled in. It was red. It tasted of iron and rot. Lord Malcovich stepped forward. He wore silk. It was white. It was stained. "You are here," Malcovich said. "I am,"...
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