The Distant Promise
The letter lay on the mahogany table, its edges curling slightly under the weight of the crystal decanter that had just been set down. Elias Thorne read the single line of text twice, the ink sharp and black against the cream paper, while the noise of the banquet roared around him like a distant storm. Silas Vane, the magnate who had employed Elias for twelve years to maintain the decaying Vane...
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