The Distant Promise

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The fog did not lift. It thickened. You remember waking with the taste of iron on your tongue, a metallic tang that coated the roof of your mouth like a bruise. The room was cold, but not the crisp cold of winter mornings in the valley. It was a damp, rotting chill that seeped through the walls, settling into your bones with the weight of wet wool. The house, the old Blackwood manor, stood in...

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