The Distant Promise
The mud sucked at your boots with a wet, heavy tear, and the rain fell in sheets that blurred the world into a gray smear of stone and shadow. You were running, or perhaps stumbling, the distinction lost in the frantic pounding of your heart against your ribs. Your hands were clenched around the iron key, the cold metal biting into your palm, a sharp pain that anchored you to the immediate,...
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