The Distant Promise

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The wax cracked under Elias Thorne’s thumb. He pressed the Master’s seal into the molten red, holding it steady while the heat leached from the metal into his skin. The Great Hall of the Blackwood Institute smelled of wet limestone and the sweet, cloying rot of decaying parchment. Around him, the senior staff stood in rigid rows, their faces masked by the gloom, watching the transfer of duty...

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