The Distant Promise

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The iron gate groaned, a sound like the tearing of old skin, as Silas Vane dragged his chains across the obsidian floor of the Undercroft. It was not a prison built by men, but by the earth itself, a cathedral of roots and rot buried beneath the moors of the Blackwood estate. Silas was not a man, not anymore. He was a stain, a residue of sin that had refused to wash away. The air here was...

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