The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that sealed the castle’s high windows against the world, turning the interior into a womb of damp stone and candlelight. I sat in the corner of the Great Hall, my back pressed against the cold masonry, feeling the vibration of the floorboards beneath my hands, a tremor that seemed to emanate from the earth itself rather than...
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