The Distant Promise

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The ink on the parchment was cold, Elias thought, pressing the quill harder as if the heat of his hand could thaw the black liquid into something that flowed. "You’re staring at the wall again, Elias." The voice was rough, scraped raw by the damp that permeated the Abbey of St. Jude’s stone bones. Elias did not look up. He was thirty-four years old, and the weight of the manuscript before him...

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