The Distant Promise
The rain lashed against the single pane of Elias Thorne’s office window, a rhythmic drumming that matched the frantic beating of his heart. He sat alone in the dim light, the heavy oak desk before him bearing the weight of years and the specific, crushing gravity of a single piece of paper. In his trembling hands, he held the letter from his father, dead these fifteen years, its edges frayed...
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