The Distant Promise
The blood was hot and thick against Elias’s palms, a visceral shock that cut through the cold damp of the infirmary cellar. He pressed harder, his fingers digging into the gash on Alderman Thorne’s abdomen, trying to stem the flow that was draining the life from the old man’s eyes. Elias knew, with a precision that felt like a blade twisting in his own chest, that the aorta had been breached;...
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