The Distant Promise

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it only made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones into mirrors of filth. I stood before the High Court, the letter in my hand trembling not from cold, but from the weight of what it contained. My brother Julian was dead, taken by the fever three days prior, and with him went the pension that was our only shield against the winter. I was...

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