The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it was imposed, a gray curtain drawn tight against the leaded glass of the tower window. I stood before the mirror, my hands trembling not with cold, but with the sudden, violent awareness of my own insignificance. In my grasp, I held the sash. It was a ribbon of silk, once the color of crushed violets, now faded to the pale, bruised hue of a winter sky. It had...

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