The Distant Promise

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The mud sucked at my boots as I stood before the heavy oak doors of Blackwood Abbey. It was raining, a cold, relentless sheet that turned the courtyard into a slurry of brown and black. I was Elias, thirty-two years old, and I was starving. I wanted the White Loaf. The door opened a crack, just enough to reveal the eye of Brother Thomas, a man whose face was a map of scars and silence. "The...

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