The Distant Promise

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The rain against the windowpane did not sound like water; it sounded like the ticking of a clock that had lost its mind, a relentless, wet rhythm that matched the pounding in Marguerite’s temples. She sat in the center of the room, the high-backed chair creaking under her weight, and watched the grey light of the city bleed through the glass. It was not day, nor quite night, but that liminal...

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