The Distant Promise

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The cellar door groaned open, releasing a breath of air that smelled of wet stone, stale tobacco, and the metallic tang of old blood. You stand in the doorway, your uniform pressed and immaculate, the brass buttons catching the dim, yellowed light of the single bulb hanging from the ceiling like a trapped insect. It is a cellar beneath the old manor house in the countryside, a place that should...

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