The Distant Promise

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The letter lay on the desk, its seal unbroken, a square of red wax that looked less like ink and more like a drop of congealed blood. You stared at it for an hour, the morning light cutting a sharp, dusty wedge across the oak surface, illuminating the trembling of your hand as you reached for the knife. Elias Thorne, fifty-two years old, warden of Blackwood Manor for thirty years, had spent his...

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