The Distant Promise

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The cellar door groaned open, admitting a shaft of moonlight that cut through the heavy, sulfurous air like a blade. Thomas Hale, a constable of twelve years’ service, felt the cold seep into his bones as he descended the stone steps, his lantern swinging wildly. The smell hit him first: wet rot, old iron, and the cloying sweetness of sickness. In the corner, huddled beneath a tattered wool...

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