The Distant Promise

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The ink on the ledger was black. It was also dry. Elias stared at the page. The paper smelled of vinegar and old rain. He held his breath. The room was cold. It was the kind of cold that lives in the bones. It was the cold of the stone walls. It was the cold of the iron grates. The chandelier above him swung. It swung on a chain of brass. It was a heavy thing. It was a beautiful thing. It was a...

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