The Distant Promise
The iron gate screamed. It was a sound like a dying animal, high and thin, tearing through the heavy silence of the crypt. Elias stood in the center of the stone floor, his hands bleeding. The blood was thick, black in the dim light of the single tallow candle. He did not flinch. He had not flinched since the first strike. The stone walls pressed in, close and cold, smelling of damp earth and...
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