The Distant Promise
The iron key in your pocket feels heavier than a loaded pistol, cold against the palm of your hand, vibrating with a hum that is not sound but a frequency, a low thrumming that resonates in the marrow of your bones and the wet, dark chambers of your heart. You are standing in the center of the Great Hall, a space that defies the geometry of the world you left behind, where the air is thick with...
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