The Distant Promise

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The gate was made of iron. Not wrought iron, not decorative filigree, but cold, industrial steel, the kind used to reinforce bridges or hold back floods. It stood at the edge of the mist, a vertical slash against the grey horizon. I stood before it. My boots were wet. The mud of the lower world clung to them, heavy and dark. I had walked for what felt like days, though time here moved like...

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