The Distant Promise

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The candlewick guttered, casting a long, trembling shadow against the damp brick of the cellar wall, and Elias Thorne’s fingers, blackened at the tips from the biting cold, moved with mechanical precision to adjust the wick, a small, desperate act of maintenance in a world that had grown increasingly hostile to his presence. He was forty years old, a man whose face had been carved by the same...

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