The Distant Promise
The iron gate shrieked against the rusted hinges, a sound that cut through the fog like a scream from the throat of a dying beast, and Elias stood in the courtyard of Blackwood Manor, his hands bound in leather straps that had long since bitten into the flesh of his wrists, bleeding a thin, bright line that pooled in the cuffs of his threadbare shirt. He was a man who had crossed an ocean to...
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