The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 11:21:42 -

The rain did not fall in Harrow Creek. It leaked. It seeped from the slate roofs like black blood. It oozed from the brick foundations. It pooled in the cobblestones of High Street until the town sat in its own exhalation. Margaret Holloway stood at the window of the bakery, watching the water rise. Her hands were raw. The flour dusted her knuckles like ash. She did not wipe them. She watched...

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