The Distant Promise
The rain hits the cobblestones of Blackwood Lane with a rhythmic, hollow slap, a sound that has echoed in your skull for twelve years. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two, a junior archivist at the Blackwood Institute, and you have walked the length of the corridor three times in the last hour, your shoes leaving damp, dark prints on the parquet. You want to publish. You want the world to know...
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