The Distant Promise

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The heavy oak door groaned as it swung shut, sealing us inside the stone belly of the Abbey. The air was thick, tasting of damp moss and the metallic tang of old blood. I stood there, clutching the iron keyring in my sweat-slicked palm, watching the dust motes dance in the single shaft of light that pierced the stained glass above. It was a small, mundane object, a circle of tarnished metal and...

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