The Distant Promise

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The rain against the single pane of glass was not a sound but a weight, a constant, rhythmic drumming that seemed to vibrate in the marrow of your bones. You sat in the chair by the window, the leather creaking under the shift of your weight, and watched the water streak down the glass in long, erratic tears. In your lap lay the coat. It was a heavy thing, wool of a deep, absorbing black, cut...

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