The Distant Promise

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The iron gates of the Ashworth Estate stood ajar, a wound in the twilight that bled out into the heath. I stood before them, my hand hovering over the rusted latch, feeling the cold metal bite into my palm. It was a promise I had made to a ghost, a debt I could not pay with gold or time, only with my breath. The wind off the moor was a living thing, a low moan that seemed to know my name. I was...

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