The Distant Promise

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The seal on the parchment was cold, a lump of red wax that felt like a dried berry in my palm. I had been walking for six hours through the marsh, and my boots were heavy with mud that had frozen into hard crusts. The mist here was not like the fog I had known in London. It had weight. It pressed against my shoulders and curled around my ankles, whispering a name that was not mine, yet sounded...

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