The Distant Promise
The mortar crumbled into grey dust before it could set, a fine powder that drifted into Elias Thorne’s eyes and settled in the creases of his knuckles, a physical manifestation of the curse that had bound the village of Blackwood to the estate for three generations. He stood at the crumbling gate, his forty-two years of labor weighing on his shoulders like a second skeleton, and he knew that...
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