The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 08:10:17 -

The rain did not fall. It hung. A thick, grey curtain draped over the city of Oakhaven. The air tasted of wet iron and old stone. Elias stood on the cobblestones. He waited. His hands were at his sides. He wore the grey tunic of the Night Watch. The fabric was rough. It chafed his skin. It smelled of sweat and smoke. It was his second skin. It was his prison. He looked at the door. It was...

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