The Distant Promise
The hand of Elias Thorne moved with the mechanical precision of a man who had spent twenty years sorting the dead into boxes, his fingers tracing the rough, blackened bark of the oak root that jutted out from the concrete floor of the basement like a severed finger. He was not supposed to be here, the basement of the university library being a space designated for "restricted archival access"...
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