The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a grey curtain drawn tight across the window of the interrogation chamber. It was a sound like static, like the hum of a hive that had lost its queen, filling the stone room with a persistent, wet vibration. "Did you touch the glass?" asked the magistrate. His voice was dry, flaking like old plaster. He sat behind a desk carved from the same grey...

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