The Distant Promise

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The cold in the cellar of the Magistrate’s manor is not merely a temperature; it is a physical weight, a dense, damp thing that seeps into the marrow and settles in the lungs like silt in a stagnant river. You are Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, a constable of Blackwood, and your hands are trembling so violently that you can barely keep the shattered porcelain vial from slipping further...

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