The Distant Promise

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The train cut through the mist like a blade through silk. I stood by the window. The glass was cold. It bit my cheek. I felt the vibration in my teeth. A low hum. A promise. I closed my eyes. The darkness behind my lids was thick. It tasted of iron and old paper. I was going to see him. The Council. They called it a meeting. I called it a sentencing. My name is Elias Thorne. I am a reader. Not...

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