The Distant Promise

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The attic smelled of damp rot and old silver. I was twelve, and I was alone. In my hands, Julian’s locket lay in three jagged pieces, the silver dull and pitted with rust. I wanted to fix it. I wanted to prove Father wrong. He said the fall had been an accident, a slip on the wet stone, but I knew better. Julian was careful. Julian was precise. The locket was the only thing he had left behind,...

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