The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey veil that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into a mirror for the smoke rising from the factory chimneys. You stood at the edge of the quay, the leather satchel heavy against your hip, containing the last of the amber vials. They were not medicine, not in the way the apothecaries on High Street understood the word, nor were they...

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