The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall. It hung. A grey, suspended curtain over the district, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of the night. "You are trembling, Silas," said Kael. His voice was soft, like the turning of a page in a dry book. "Why do you tremble?" Silas did not look up. He stared at the brass badge pinned to his chest. It was warm. Too warm. "The weight of it," he whispered. "It is heavier...

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