The Distant Promise
The rain fell in sheets of iron. It drummed against the roof of the carriage, a relentless, rhythmic pounding that matched the beat of my own failing heart. I sat in the corner, my hands wrapped around a flask of brandy, the heat of it seeping into my cracked knuckles. Outside, the world was a blur of grey mud and black trees. They were the sentinels of this cursed place. They stood in rows,...
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