The Distant Promise
"Did you hear that?" The question hung in the stale air of the sub-basement, suspended between the smell of damp limestone and the metallic tang of old blood. You did not answer. You could not. Your throat was a tight fist, and the cough that seized you moments later was not merely a spasm but a violation, a tearing of the lining that left the taste of iron coating your tongue. You wiped your...
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