The Distant Promise
The ink had dried on the page before I realized my hand was trembling. It was a small tremor, barely a shiver in the air, but it betrayed the magnitude of what I had just inscribed. I was sitting in the back of the station wagon, the engine ticking as it cooled in the gravel lot of the observatory, the glass walls reflecting the first bruised purple of the twilight. Elias sat in the driver’s...
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