The Distant Promise

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The rain had not stopped for three days, turning the hollows of the valley into a soup of brown mud and rotting leaves, and I sat in the corner of the tavern, my hands wrapped around a mug of ale that had gone warm and flat, listening to the silence that lived inside my own skull. I am not a man of many words, nor of many friends, but I am a man who remembers things with a clarity that often...

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