The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall. It hung. It suspended itself in the air like a fine, grey dust, coating the cobblestones of the old city in a slick, wet film. Elias Vane walked. He walked with the heavy, dragging gait of a man who carried more than just his boots. He carried the weight of a past that had been burned down, ash to ash, leaving only the hollow echo of smoke in his lungs. He was a refugee...
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