The Distant Promise

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The ink had dried before I realized the stain. It was on my cuff. Black. Like a bruise. Like a grave. I looked at my hands. They were shaking. Not from fear. From the cold. The office was a vault of silence and dust. The radiator ticked. A slow, metallic heartbeat. Mr. Halloway sat behind the desk. He did not look up. His pen moved. Scritch. Scritch. Scritch. The sound of a blade on bone. "You...

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