The Distant Promise

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The ink was still wet when Elias Thorne saw the date. He held the quill in his right hand, the nib dripping a black tear onto the parchment of the ledger before him. The air in the Vane Court archive was thick, smelling of damp wool and the sharp, metallic scent of iron gall ink. Elias was thirty-two, his fingers stained permanently blue at the tips, a mark of his decade-long service as the...

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