The Distant Promise

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The rain had not stopped for three days. It fell in sheets of grey sludge against the iron plate of the carriage window, blurring the passing landscape of the moor into a watercolor of mud and heather. You sat in the corner, your spine rigid, your hands folded in your lap. The leather of your gloves was stiff, cracked at the knuckles, the color of dried blood. You had worn them every day for...

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