The Distant Promise

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Elias. The name hung in the dark, pulled from my throat by a hand I could not see. I was standing on the ridge of the roof, the wind tearing at my coat, and the sky above was not a sky but a bruise, purple and swollen with impending storm. I reached for the keystone, my fingers slick with sweat and the cold that seeps into the marrow of a man who has worked too long in the rain. I did not...

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