The Distant Promise

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The rain did not fall so much as it hung in the air of Harrow’s Hollow, a suspended grey mist that clung to the brickwork of the Municipal Archive and the wet wool of Elias Thorne’s coat. He stood at the threshold of the sub-basement, his hand trembling against the cold iron handle, listening to the storm batter the vents above like a frantic animal seeking entry. Inside, the air was thick with...

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