The Distant Promise

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Elias, get up. The voice is not one you recognize, but the command cuts through the thick, grey fog of your dream where you are drowning in ash that tastes of iron and old pennies. You are thirty years old, an inquisitor for the Church, and your body is a cage of aching muscles and dry skin, yet the nightmare leaves a residue on your tongue that feels like blood. It is the year 1342, and the...

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