The Distant Promise
The letter lay on the trunk lid, yellowed at the edges, the ink faded to a bruised purple. Elias Thorne read it for the third time, his thumb tracing the jagged signature of Silas Vane. It was a notice of possession, cold and final, stripped of all courtesy. The date was yesterday. The terms were immediate. Elias folded the paper and tucked it into his breast pocket, over his heart, where the...
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