The Distant Promise

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The silver cufflink bit into my palm, a cold, jagged thing that felt less like metal and more like a splinter of my own fractured spine. I stood in the courtyard of the Thorne estate, the rain slicking the cobblestones into a mirror that reflected nothing but the grey sky and the wet, shivering trees. In my hand, the cufflink—my father’s last gift, a relic of his obsession with order—was the...

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