The Distant Promise

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a relentless, grey curtain that turned the streets of Ashworth into a slurry of mud and broken slate, and I stood in the doorway of the old mill, my breath pluming in the cold air, knowing that if I did not retrieve the deed before the sun rose, my sister Margaret would be cast out into this wet dark with nothing but the rags on her back. I am Elias...

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