The Distant Promise

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The air in the cellar did not smell of damp earth, as Elias had once believed it must. It smelled of copper and old honey, a thick, cloying sweetness that coated the back of the throat and refused to clear. "You have brought the wrong vessel again, my son," said Father Aldous. His voice was not a shout, nor was it a whisper. It was the sound of stone grinding against stone, slow and inevitable....

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