The Distant Promise

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The chandelier spins, a grotesque wheel of crystal and rust, and hanging from its lowest arm by the severed wrist is your left hand, pale and swollen, the fingers twitching in a rhythm that matches the groan of the building’s foundations. You wake with the phantom pain searing up your arm, a dull, throbbing ache that feels less like memory and more like a physical wound, a reminder that the...

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