The Distant Promise

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The needle bit into the silk. It was a small, precise violence. Julian Thorne did not look up. His hands moved with the mechanical certainty of a clockwork bird. Around him, the room hummed. The low, thrumming bass of the city outside was a distant rumor, filtered through the thick stone walls and the heavy velvet drapes. Inside, the air was still. It smelled of beeswax, old paper, and the...

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