The Distant Promise

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The dream began, as it always did, with the smell of wet chalk and the sound of a clock ticking in a room that did not exist, a sensation so immediate and physical that Elias woke with his mouth tasting of dust and the distinct, metallic tang of blood that had not yet been shed, lying in the narrow bed of the servant’s attic where the wind whistled through the cracks in the stone mullions with...

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