The Distant Promise
The fog in Blackwood City did not roll in; it seeped up from the cobblestones, thick as milk and tasting of copper. Sergeant Elias Thorne stood in the alley behind the Town Hall, his knuckles white around the strap of his belt, staring at the barred window of the Quarantine Ward. Three days. Three days since they had dragged Silas, his younger brother, into that stone box. The boy had coughed...
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