The Distant Promise
The cart wheels ground against the cobblestones of the Lower Ward with a shriek that sounded less like friction and more like the tearing of old skin, a sound that cut through the damp, fog-choked air of the city as Aldous Vane stepped down from the vehicle, his heavy leather satchel slung low against his hip, the weight of the instruments within it pressing into his lower back with a dull,...
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