The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a thick, grey mist that clung to the stone walls of the Old Hall like damp wool. Sergeant Elias Thorne moved through the corridor with the heavy, deliberate grace of a man who had long since ceased to hear his own heartbeat. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders and thick in the neck, his uniform a dark, absorbing void against the pale,...
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