The Distant Promise

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The key bit into the lock with a sound like a bone snapping, and you turn it with the heel of your palm. You are Thomas Hale, thirty-two years old, and your hands are shaking so badly you have to brace your elbow against the cold brick to keep the door from slamming shut. The hallway is dark, lit only by the weak, yellow cone of a single gas lamp three doors down, which makes the shadows look...

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