The Distant Promise

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The ink was black. It was thick. It smelled of iron and old blood. I mixed it in the cellar, below the archives of St. Jude’s Hall. My hands trembled. I did not care. I kept my face blank. This was the work. This was the duty. Father Thomas stood above me. He was tall. He wore the grey robes of the Order. His eyes were pale. They were cold. They saw through me. They saw the thing I carried. I...

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