The Distant Promise
The rain fell in heavy, grey sheets against the iron grating of the pier, a relentless drumming that seemed to drown out the groaning of the old harbor pilings, yet Elias Thorne heard only the thud of his own heart against his ribs. He stood at the edge of the decaying wharf, the wet asphalt slick under his boots, clutching a leather satchel so worn it had lost its original color, the grain of...
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