The Distant Promise

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The blood on your fingers is not yours, yet it dries with a warmth that feels suspiciously like a pulse. You are Elara, thirty-two years old, and the scribe’s quill is trembling in your hand, a slender bone needle poised over the parchment that will bind your soul to the manor of Lord Vane. The fog outside the high, arched windows is thick as wool, pressing against the glass, but inside the air...

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