The Distant Promise
The frost that claimed the valley did not arrive with the slow, creeping gray of winter but with a sudden, violent shattering of the air, a crystalline implosion that turned the living world into a static, white void in the span of a single, breathless hour. Thomas Bradshaw stood in the center of the great atrium of the Monastery of Saint Jude, his hands wrapped tightly around the hilt of the...
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