The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall; it invaded. It seeped through the cracks in the brickwork of the St. Jude’s Institute, a dampness that tasted of iron and old blood. Dr. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the lecture hall, his fingers trembling as he gripped the podium. He was a small man, unremarkable in his grey suit, but his eyes burned with a feverish intensity that made the students flinch. They...
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