The Distant Promise

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Elias sat in the dark. The cabin was small. It smelled of wet wool and old paper. He held the coat. It was black. Heavy wool. A trench coat. It had belonged to his mentor. Arthur was gone. Three days gone. The rain fell outside. It drummed on the tin roof. A steady, rhythmic sound. Like a heartbeat. Or a countdown. Elias ran his hand over the fabric. It was cold. He knew the coat’s history. He...

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