The Distant Promise

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2026-08-23 17:20:23 -

The iron key was heavy in my palm, cold enough to burn the skin, its teeth worn smooth by three generations of Blackwood thumbs. I sat at the high table of the manor, the wood grain swirling beneath my elbows like trapped smoke, and I waited for the signature. The wine in my cup was dark, thick as tar, and I drank it not for pleasure but to steady the hands that trembled with a need I could not...

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