The Distant Promise
Elias Thorne woke with the taste of iron and silt on his tongue, his fingers white-knuckled around the cold brass casing of his pocket compass. The nightmare had been the same for three nights: a black, churning water rising past his chin, the weight of the world pressing against his eardrums until the surface was a distant, unreachable memory. He sat up in the narrow cot of his border post,...
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