The Distant Promise
The wind did not howl so much as it whispered, a low, sibilant thrumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of the bones, a sound that was less of an auditory phenomenon and more of a physical pressure against the skin, a reminder that the world outside the shelter of the house was not merely empty but actively hostile, a vast and indifferent expanse of gray moorland that stretched out to the...
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