The Distant Promise
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the sound of it drumming against the leaded windows of Ashworth Hall was becoming a physical weight, pressing against the eardrums of everyone within the walls. "Did you hear it?" Elias asked, his voice barely a whisper above the storm. He stood by the hearth, his hands clasped behind his back, a posture of rigid containment that had become his...
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