The Distant Promise
The crystal decanter trembled in Elias Thorne’s grip as he poured the last of the vintage Bordeaux, the liquid catching the amber glow of the chandelier above the mahogany table. He watched the wine settle into the glass, a deep, arterial red, while Julian Vane laughed, a sound that was too loud for the size of the room and too sharp for the warmth of the dinner. Elias’s want was simple, a...
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