The Distant Promise

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The ink is still wet on the page when I hear the fog settle against the windowpane, a soft, wet sound like a tongue licking glass, and I know that the cycle has begun its slow, hungry crawl toward the town of Harrowgate. I am twelve years old, and I have sworn to myself, in the quiet dark of my room while the rest of the family slept the heavy sleep of the forgotten, that I will conquer the...

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