The Distant Promise

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The fire in the hearth of the manor house was not burning so much as it was exhaling, a long, grey sigh of smoke that tasted of wet ash and old money. You are sitting in the corner, your coat still on, the buttons straining against your chest, watching the guests laugh in the center of the room. They are beautiful people, these people, draped in velvet and silk, their faces illuminated by a...

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