The Distant Promise
The train hissed into the station of Blackwood, a sound like a serpent uncoiling in the dark, and I stepped down onto the platform with the heavy, deliberate grace of a man who has already buried his own name. The air here tasted of wet iron and old ash, a metallic tang that coated the back of my throat and settled into the marrow of my bones. I had come to this place of narrow lanes and...
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