The Distant Promise
The blackthorn hedge outside the window of the attic room stood still, a dark, jagged silhouette against the pale, bruised twilight, and it was this immovable, enduring wall of thorns that Elias Blackwood had come to see as the only honest thing in a house built on lies, a structure that had watched over his family for three generations while slowly strangling the life out of his son, Julian,...
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