The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 16:19:05 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, gray curtain that turned the moor into a slick of mud and rot, blurring the boundary between the earth and the sky until the world felt less like a place and more like a wound that would not close. You rode your horse, a dappled grey named Silas, through the fog with a rhythm that was less a gait and more a grim procession, the mud sucking...

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