The Distant Promise

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The hem of the coat was unraveling, a fraying thread of dark wool that Elara Vane held between her thumb and forefinger, pulling at it with a precision that felt less like mending and more like an autopsy. The attic was cold, a damp chill that settled into the joints of her knees and made the air taste of old paper and decay, but her hands were warm, feverishly so, as she stared at the tatters...

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