The Distant Promise
The chain dug into Elias Thorne’s neck, a cold bite against the skin of his throat. He was thirty-two, yet his hands trembled with the palsy of a man twice his age. The locket hung at his chest, a broken silver oval, its hinge snapped, its contents lost to the dark. Outside the window of the Blackwood manor, the winter wind screamed through the bare oaks, a sound like teeth chattering in the...
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