The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 06:39:37 -

The fog did not lift, it merely thinned, revealing the skeletal fingers of the oaks that had watched my brother’s burial for a century, standing now as silent, weeping sentinels over the grave of the promise I had made, a promise that tasted of iron and old blood on my tongue, a promise that had begun as a whisper in the dark and grown into a screaming thing in the light, for I had sworn on the...

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