The Distant Promise
The letter arrived on a Tuesday, sealed with black wax and pressed with the crest of a man who had long since been reduced to a name in a ledger, yet it carried the weight of an avalanche into the quiet, soot-stained study of Elias Vane, a man whose hands were stained not with ink but with the indelible dust of the paper mills that had consumed his youth and the greater part of his soul. He...
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