The Distant Promise

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall; it hung, a grey curtain that smelled of wet wool and rotting earth. You are Thomas Bradshaw, constable of the town, and you are dead in your body, though your heart still beats with a frantic, sick rhythm. It is the year of our Lord 1348, and the Black Death has turned the streets into a river of shrouds. Your daughter, Elara, lies in the next room, her breath...

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