The Distant Promise

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The voice that called his name was not Arthur’s, though it wore Arthur’s cadence, a low, gravelly drag that seemed to scrape against the back of Elias’s throat. It was the reflection in the cracked obsidian mirror, standing three feet behind him in the sealed basement of the Blackwood estate, mouthing words that did not quite form but carried the weight of a verdict. Elias ignored it, his eyes...

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