The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey weeping that turned the cobblestones of Blackwood Manor into a slick, treacherous mirror for the candlelight flickering in the tall, narrow windows. You, Elias Thorne, sat in the small, damp room adjacent to the apothecary, your fingers stained with the residue of dried willow bark and crushed valerian, your eyes fixed on the heavy...

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