The Distant Promise
The rain lashed against the high, narrow windows of the City Hall, a rhythmic drumming that seemed to match the hammering of Elias Thorne’s heart. He stood before the dais, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, the cold sweat of his palms soaking through the wool of his cuffs. Mayor Halloway sat at the head of the table, a man carved from the same gray stone as the building itself, his...
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