The Distant Promise
The house breathed. It was a wet, heavy sound. Like a lung full of water. Elias stood in the center of the attic. He was twelve. He was small. The floorboards creaked under his shoes. They were old shoes. Brown leather. Worn thin at the toes. The air smelled of dust. And decay. And something else. Something sweet. Like rotting peaches. The house was vast. Too vast for one boy. Too vast for one...
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