The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall. It hung. It was a thick, gelatinous fog that clung to the black iron gates of Ashworth Manor. The air tasted of copper and old blood. Elias walked. His steps were heavy. The gravel crunched. It sounded like bones breaking. He was a prisoner. Not of walls. Of guilt. The manor loomed. It was a beast of stone and shadow. The windows were blind eyes. They watched him come....

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