The Distant Promise

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The ink will not dry. You hold the quill steady, your hand trembling not from cold but from the sheer, corrosive weight of the pigment on the vellum. It spreads, black and wet, bleeding into the fibers like a wound that refuses to close. Three years. You have held this vial for three years, and in that time, you have learned that patience is a luxury for men who do not owe their brothers their...

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