The Distant Promise

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My hammer head struck the iron rail, the ring of it sharp and cold, vibrating up through the calluses of my palms and into the bone of my wrist. The sound died quickly in the heavy air of the Blackreach, a place where the salt deposits were so dense they seemed to suck the noise out of the world before it could echo. I was forty-two years old, and my knees ached with a deep, structural pain...

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