The Distant Promise
Thorne, come down here. The voice of his brother-in-law, Julian, drifted down from the ground floor, thin and brittle as the drywall they had just patched in the hallway, but Elias did not move, his hands buried deep in the cold, wet mortar of the foundation wall, the trowel scraping a rhythm that felt less like work and more like a desperate, rhythmic confession against the damp. The cellar...
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