The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it was forced against the windows of the Blackwood estate, a relentless, gray hammering that seemed to vibrate through the very bones of the house. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the grand foyer, his fingers trembling not from the cold, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the mansion three days after the disappearance of...
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