The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall; it hovered, a suspended mist that turned the night into a grey, breathing thing. Captain Elias Thorne stood on the balcony of the sanatorium, his fingers wrapped around the iron railing, feeling the cold seep through the leather of his gloves. Below, the garden was a tangle of black thorns and pale, moon-struck flowers that had no business blooming in November. He was...

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