The Distant Promise

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The rain had been falling for three days, a steady, gray curtain that blurred the edge of the world against the moors. Elias Thorne walked up the long drive to Blackwood Hall, his boots sinking into the mud that smelled of rot and iron. He was an old man now, his face a map of deep lines carved by wind and worry, his hands rough as the bark of the oaks that lined the path. He carried nothing...

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