The Distant Promise
The candle flickered, casting a long, jagged shadow against the stone wall that did not match the shape of the bedpost. "Promise me," Elias whispered, his voice cracking in the damp air of the nursery. He was twelve, small and shaking, his fingers interlaced with his mother’s cold, thinning hand. "Promise me you will come back. In seven years. On the anniversary of the storm. Promise me."...
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