The Distant Promise

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2026-08-22 12:50:00 -

The ink is still wet on this page, Clara, and the river outside my window is doing something it should not do. It is rising. Not with the tide, for Blackwood is a landlocked beast of iron and coal, but against gravity, climbing the muddy bank inch by slow, deliberate inch. I am thirty-two years old, and I have spent the last decade believing that the world is a machine to be fixed, not a...

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