The Distant Promise
Thorne! The shout came from the bottom of the stone stairwell, echoing off the damp walls that smelled of wet wool and old blood, and it was the voice of Father Marcus, which made your stomach turn over in a cold, heavy knot because you had trusted the old man with your life and your secrets for three years. You did not stop walking. You could not stop walking. Your boots hit the flagstones...
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