The Distant Promise
The chandeliers in the ballroom of Blackwood Sanatorium were heavy things, wrought from iron and dust, casting a light that seemed to suck the warmth out of the air, and beneath their oppressive glow Elias Thorne stood with his head bowed, his hands clasped so tightly behind his back that the knuckles turned the color of old bone, listening to the laughter of the board members who had come to...
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