The Distant Promise

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The banquet hall of the Blackwood Institute smells of roasted pheasant and old paper, a scent that has permeated the wool of your coat and the lining of your skin until you can no longer distinguish between the smell of the food and the smell of your own life. You sit at the far end of the long oak table, your hands folded neatly over the white linen, watching the Director, Mr. Aldous Thorne’s...

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