The Distant Promise
The fog in Blackwood did not rise from the earth so much as it settled, a heavy, industrial grime that coated the lungs and the soul in equal measure, and Elias Thorne arrived within it on a Tuesday in November of 1893, carrying nothing but a duffel bag and the fading memory of a promise. He was thirty-two years old, an exile from the humid, decaying plantations of the American South, and he...
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