The Distant Promise
The path in Elara Vane’s dream was not a road but a wound, a jagged tear in the earth that led directly to the headstone of her sister, Clara. It was a boundaryless expanse, gray and wet, stretching into a fog that smelled of coal dust and rot. Elara woke with her lungs burning, a sharp, metallic taste coating her tongue. The year was 1904, and the town of Blackwood was choking on the smoke of...
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