The Distant Promise

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The rain fell like a verdict. It hammered against the slate roof of the townhouse, a relentless, rhythmic drumming that drowned out the city’s usual hum. Margaret stood in the center of the hallway. Her hands were raised. They trembled. Not from fear. From effort. The air in the room was thick. It smelled of wet stone and old blood. Shadows moved in the corners. They were not shadows. They were...

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