The Distant Promise

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The blood was warm, slick, and relentless, pooling in the creases of my knuckles as I tried to wipe it on my trousers. I am Silas Vane, forty-two years old, a constable of Oakhaven, and I have served this city for twenty-two years, a span of time that should have bought me the quiet dignity of a pension, not this slow, leaking ruin of a hand. The fever had taken the use of my fingers three...

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