The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it was exhaled by the sky, a cold, persistent mist that clung to the stones of the Abbey of Saint Jude. It was a place that had been built to hold time, to keep it from spilling out into the fields below, but the walls were weeping now. Water traced black veins down the mortar, and the air smelled of damp wool and centuries of dust. Arthur Penhaligon stood in...

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