The Distant Promise

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The rain tasted of iron. I tasted it on my lips. It was the taste of the old blood. The old blood that seeped from the walls of St. Jude’s. We were in the basement. Or perhaps the cellar. The names blurred. The stone was wet. The stone was cold. My hands were cold. I looked at the door. The door was barred. The bar was iron. The iron was rusted. I knocked. No one came. I knocked again. The...

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