The Distant Promise

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"You're late." Elias stood in the doorway. His face was a mask of polite concern. Behind him, the library smelled of dust and old varnish. "I was walking," Thomas said. He did not look up. His eyes were fixed on his own hands. They were shaking. "Walk faster," Elias said. "We have work to do." Thomas was twelve. He was small. He was afraid. The town of Oakhaven sat in a bowl of fog. It was...

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