The Distant Promise

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The letter lay on the desk, the ink still wet, smelling of iron and rot. Arthur Vane stared at the words he had scrawled in a hand that shook with a palsy that was not quite medical, not quite spiritual. He had written to Elara. He had demanded she come home. He had told her the debts were due, that the creditors were at the gate, and that the east wing was bleeding. The blood was not a...

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