The Distant Promise

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The key was cold, colder than the brass it was not, and it smelled of wet earth and old blood. "Is it the one?" Elias asked, holding the bone shard up to the flickering gaslight. The metal of his tweezers clinked against the rim of the bowl where his apprentice’s pocket contents lay scattered like broken teeth. "It fits the slot on the Meridian. It has to." The room was silent save for the tick...

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