The Distant Promise

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The candle in the archive flickered, casting long, trembling shadows against the stone walls of Oakhaven’s undercroft, where the air smelled of damp parchment and old iron. Thomas Bradshaw, twelve years old and already marked by a premature solemnity, knelt before the open chest that held his mother’s shroud. He had come here to find comfort in the familiar scent of lavender that still clung to...

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