The Distant Promise

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The blood was not red, but a thick, viscous umber, like wet clay pulled from the riverbank, and it clung to Elias Thorne’s hands as he scrambled over the jagged, blackened spines of the ruins. The air here tasted of iron and ozone, a sharp, metallic tang that coated the back of his throat and made his teeth ache. This was not the world he had left behind, that damp, grey, and bureaucratic...

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