The Distant Promise
The feast in the great hall of Blackwood Manor was not a celebration of joy, but a ritual of preservation, a frantic attempt to hold back the encroaching dark with the heavy, golden weight of roasted meats and wine that flowed like liquid amber in the candlelight. Professor Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table, his hands trembling slightly as he reached for the silver goblet, his...
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