The Distant Promise
The rain lashed against the high, arched windows of the manor, turning the glass into a weeping veil that obscured the world beyond, while Elias Thorne stood in the center of the foyer, his hand trembling around the cracked porcelain brooch that hung from his belt like a talisman of broken promises. At fifty-two, he felt the weight of his years pressing against his temples, a physical ache that...
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