The Distant Promise

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Elara. The name was not a call but a summons, sharp and cold, cutting through the fog of sleep. She woke in the narrow bed, the sheets damp with a sweat that smelled of iron and old dust. The dream had returned, as it did every third night: the black river, wide and silent, flowing not with water but with a thick, viscous dark that swallowed the light of the moon. In the dream, the riverbank...

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