The Distant Promise

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The ice shattered not with a sound, but with a silence so absolute it felt like a theft. I woke in the small, damp room above the bakery in Harrowgate, the scent of yeast and rotting damp seeping through the floorboards, and for a moment, I could not remember my own name. I was Elias. I was a man who had crossed oceans to bury a ghost, but the ghost had followed me here, wearing the face of a...

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