The Distant Promise

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The heavy brass key turned in the lock with a sound like a bone cracking, the metal cold and slick with the damp that seemed to rise from the very stones of St. Jude’s Correctional Facility. Elias Thorne held the key in his left hand, his thumb resting on the tarnished bow, while his right hand adjusted the collar of his uniform, a gesture of control he performed whenever the air grew too thick...

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