The Distant Promise
The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a suspended gray veil that soaked through Elias Thorne’s tactical jacket and seeped into the rotting wood of the porch. He stood at the threshold of the ancestral estate, the mud sucking at his boots with a wet, visceral pull, his hand resting on the cold iron of his sidearm not because he expected a human threat, but because the weight of it...
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