The Distant Promise

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The salt air here does not merely rot the wood of Blackwood Hall; it seeps into the marrow, a persistent, briny whisper that has begun to sound remarkably like my own heartbeat, or perhaps, more terrifyingly, like the last breath Julian ever took. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-four years old, a magistrate whose name is currently synonymous with disgrace in the annals of this coastal district, and I...

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