The Distant Promise

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The dust from the east wing did not settle so much as it hung in the air, a suspended judgment that coated my tongue with the taste of pulverized limestone and rot. I am Elias Thorne, and I am forty years old, though the mirror in my study reflects a man carved from ash, his eyesight failing by the hour, his hands trembling with a palsy that the institution will not acknowledge but which the...

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