The Distant Promise

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The ink was still wet on the transfer order when I found it. A smudge of violet, bleeding into the grain of the oak table like a bruise. I was in the study of my father’s estate, a house that had been rotting from the inside out since the day he died, but it still held the weight of the world. The air was thick, smelling of old paper and the damp earth that seeped through the foundation. I am a...

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