The Distant Promise

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The ink had dried on the signature line, but my hand would not stop trembling. I held the pen aloft, a rusted nail of steel against the pale, flimsy paper, while the winter wind rattled the frosted glass of the Ministry window. It was November, 1893, and the cold had settled into the bones of the building, a damp, industrial chill that smelled of wet wool and coal dust. I am Elias Thorne,...

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