The Distant Promise
The dream is always the same, a recurring drowning in the black water of the cellar where the air tastes of rust and rot, and you wake with the sensation of cold mud caking your throat, the dampness of the industrial gloom of 1912 seeping into the bones of your thirty-two-year-old body. You are Elias Vane, a medium whose soul has become a worn, fraying mirror of his own decay, and you desire a...
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