The Distant Promise
The cart wheels groaned against the frost-hardened earth. They moved slowly toward the gate of Blackwood Manor. The silence was heavy. It pressed against Elias’s ears. He was twelve. He held his brother’s hand. Julian was smaller. Julian was pale. The iron gate stood open. A mouth of darkness. They stepped through. The air tasted of rot and old rain. Elias looked up. The house loomed. It was a...
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