The Distant Promise

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The dust in the workshop did not settle; it hovered, a suspended galaxy of grey motes that drifted in the slanting afternoon light like the debris of some ancient, forgotten war. Elias Thorne stood before the great oak workbench, his hands resting on the cold surface, fingers trembling not from age, though he was sixty-three and his bones ached with the deep, structural fatigue of a man whose...

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