The Distant Promise

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The gate is locked. You stand before it, the iron cold against your palms, slick with rain that has not stopped for three days. The air smells of wet stone and decay. Behind you, the road to the village is empty. Ahead, the tower rises like a broken tooth against the bruised sky. You are a clerk. A keeper of ledgers. Your hands are steady. Your heart is not. You came here for the debt. You came...

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