The Distant Promise

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"You have to let it go, Thomas." The voice came from the shadows, low and raspy, like gravel grinding under a boot. Thomas did not turn. He stood by the cold hearth, his back to the room, watching the embers die in the iron grate. The air in the chapel was thick, stale with the scent of wet wool and old incense. It was a smell that had soaked into the stones over centuries, a scent of silence...

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