The Distant Promise
The rifle cracked. The air split. Silence followed. It was thick. It was wet. Captain Elias Thorne stood in the mud. The rain fell. It fell hard. It washed the blood from his face. He did not move. His hands were steady. His hands were still. Behind him, the house loomed. It was old. It was black. The windows were dark. The doors were shut. The silence inside was louder than the storm outside....
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