The Distant Promise

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The mud under your fingernails is not brown, but a pale, fleshy pink, as if you have been digging in a wound rather than the earth. You are twelve years old, Elias Thorne, and you are kneeling in the frozen dirt of the garden behind Ashworth Manor, the iron trowel slipping in your bleeding hands because the cold has stolen the feeling from your fingers, yet you do not stop, for if you stop,...

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