The Distant Promise

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The ink was wet, though the page had been dry for a century. "You’re holding the quill like it owes you money, Elias," Mrs. Gable said, her voice dry as the dust motes dancing in the slant of afternoon light. She stood over the oak desk, her cardigan buttoned to the throat, her eyes fixed on the trembling hand that hovered above the leather-bound ledger. "Sign the attestation. The Whitmore...

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