The Distant Promise

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The door was iron. It did not creak. It did not groan. It simply waited. You stood before it, your back against the cold stone of the corridor, feeling the damp seep into the wool of your coat. You were leaving. That was the truth. You were leaving the tower, the valley, the silence that had eaten your name. Your brother stood behind you. He did not speak. He held the lantern. The flame was...

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