The Distant Promise

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The ink on the ledger was not yet dry when the shadow detached itself from the corner of the archive room, sliding across the floorboards like a spilled drop of oil, and I knew, with a certainty that bypassed my reasoning entirely and settled into the marrow of my bones, that I was already dead. I stood there, my hand still trembling over the quill, the tip of which had begun to bleed a dark,...

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