The Distant Promise

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The air in the Great Hall of Blackwood Manor tasted of stale wax and iron, a metallic tang that coated the back of Elias Thorne’s throat as he stared at the chafing dish before him. It was an ugly thing, heavy with tarnish, its silver surface pitted by years of careless handling and the slow, corrosive bite of time. To the guests swirling around him, it was merely a vessel for roasted pheasant....

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