The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 02:22:04 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a curtain of grey mist that smelled of wet wool and old iron. Elara walked through it. Her boots were heavy. The leather was stiff. It had not been broken in for years. It belonged to her mother. Or perhaps her grandmother. The generations blurred in the damp. She could not remember. She only knew the weight. It was a long way to the Abbey. The road was...

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