The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 14:52:51 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the village square into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised sky, and I stood beneath the eaves of the old stone watchtower, my hands trembling not from the cold but from the violent, rhythmic pounding of my own heart against my ribs, a drum beating a funeral march for the man who had once...

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