The Distant Promise

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The fog lay thick upon the mill. It tasted of iron and wet wool. Elias Thorne stood at the window. His hands shook. The glass was cold. He pressed his palm against it. The mist outside blurred the world. The river ran black beneath the bridge. He watched the current. It moved slow. Heavy. It carried leaves. Dead things. It took them away. Inside, the workshop was silent. Dust motes danced in...

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