The Distant Promise

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The fog came in at dawn, a thick, grey hand pressing against the window glass of the magistrate’s office. Elias Thorne, you are late. The clerk’s voice was not loud, but it cut through the damp air with the sharpness of a blade. Elias looked down at his hands. They were resting on the ledger, the leather cover worn smooth by years of his own grip. He tried to flex his fingers, but the skin on...

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