The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a heavy, deliberate curtain of grey water that erased the horizon and merged the sky with the mud of the valley floor, where I stood with my hands trembling not from the cold but from the terrible, electric certainty that the house I was guarding was no longer a structure of brick and timber but a living thing, a predator with a heartbeat that...
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