The Distant Promise
The fire did not begin with a spark, but with a scream that tore the throat of the night open, a shriek so raw and animalistic that it silenced the very wind which had been howling through the eaves of your manor house, and you stood in the center of the parlor, your hands trembling not from the cold that had seeped through the ancient stone walls but from the sudden, visceral understanding...
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