The Distant Promise

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I woke with the taste of coal dust in my mouth. It was a thick, gritty flavor that clung to the back of my throat. The room was dark. The silence was heavy. It pressed against my eardrums. I knew I was in the house. The old Whitmore estate. The air smelled of damp rot and old iron. I lay still. I listened to the house breathe. It was a low, rattling sound. Like a lung filling with fluid. I did...

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