The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the cobblestones of the Old Quarter like the breath of the dead, soaking through the heavy wool of ElIAS Vane’s coat as he walked with the relentless, staccato rhythm of a man whose heart had forgotten how to rest. He was a man of precision, a goldsmith whose fingers could coax a whisper from a sliver of metal, yet...

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