The Distant Promise
The letter lay on the wet stone of the courtyard, its ink bleeding into the paper in a soft, dark bloom where the rain had struck it. Elias Thorne picked it up with trembling fingers, the weight of the parchment negligible against the crushing gravity of the hour, and read the final demand from the creditors: the estate was to be surrendered by dawn, or the law would take it by force. He...
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