The Distant Promise

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The hand of the clock in the hallway ticked with a wet, heavy rhythm, each second sounding like a drop of rain falling into a stagnant pool. Elias Thorne sat on the edge of his bed, his boots laced tight, the leather creaking under the strain of his restless legs. He had been dreaming of water again, black and thick as oil, pressing against his lungs until he could not remember how to breathe....

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