The Distant Promise

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The fog sat heavy on the moor. It smelled of wet stone. Elara walked. Her boots were old. The leather cracked. She carried a bundle. Inside was a coat. The coat was blue. It had once been bright. Now it was gray. The threads were frayed. The buttons were loose. One hung by a thread. The other was missing. The coat had belonged to her husband. He was gone now. She had left him. Or he had left...

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