The Distant Promise
The date is October 14, 1923, and the ink on this page has already begun to bleed into the fibers of the paper, much like the blood that pooled beneath Silas’s head when I found him on the cold stone floor of his study. He was clutching a fragment of an ancient beetle carapace, its iridescent surface shattered into a dozen jagged pieces, and his eyes were fixed on a point in the middle distance...
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