The Distant Promise

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The silk patch against my sternum had gone cold. It was a square of black velvet, no larger than a playing card, sewn into the lining of my shirt. I had stitched it there myself, three nights ago, after finding it loose in the archive drawer. It felt like a second heartbeat, a dull, rhythmic thud that matched the silence of Ashcroft Palace. I am Elias Thorne. I am forty-two years old. I am the...

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