The Distant Promise
The bag held three changes of clothes, a flask, and the heavy, iron key to the study. Elias counted the items twice, his fingers slick with the damp that seeped through the floorboards of the attic, a place where the air tasted of rotting wood and old dust. He was forty-two, and the weight of the key seemed to pull his shoulder down into a hunch that had become permanent over the last decade....
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