The Distant Promise
The candlelight in the Oakhaven Archive did not merely illuminate; it pressed against the eyes like a physical weight, and Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old and already feeling the first cold tendrils of mortality in his joints, sat before the Codex of Sighs with a desperation that felt less like academic curiosity and more like the frantic clawing of a drowning man. The building groaned...
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