The Distant Promise

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2026-08-20 19:51:50 -

The rain did not fall so much as it was extracted from the sky, a grey, weeping membrane that clung to the cobblestones of the old city, turning the ancient flagstones into a slick, black mirror that reflected the trembling gaslights above. I stood at the edge of the bridge, the stone railing cold and damp against my palms, feeling the familiar, terrible thrumming in my left hand, a vibration...

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