The Distant Promise

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2026-08-25 07:17:25 -

The draft pulled at the wick of the tallow candle, stretching the flame into a thin, screaming line. "You’re wasting the oil, Elias," Julian said, not looking up from his ledger. "The Guild Master pays for the light, not for your fantasies." Elias snuffed the wick. The cellar plunged into a grey, damp dark, smelling of mold and dried lavender. He could feel the cold air, that persistent,...

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