The Distant Promise

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The cellar smelled of damp iron and rot. Elias stood in the dark. His hands shook. He held a vial. The glass was thin. It caught the weak light from the high window. Inside, the liquid glowed. A pale, sickly green. It pulsed like a heart. "Drink it," said the voice. The voice was high. Thin. It came from the shadows above. Elias did not look up. He knew who spoke. He had known for years. He had...

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