The Distant Promise

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The tapping started at 3:14 AM, a rhythmic, hollow knock that seemed to come from inside the plaster itself. Elara did not look up from the ledger; she was counting the remaining vials of archival-grade silicone, the dust masks, and the three heavy iron keys that held the East Wing’s secrets, her fingers stained black with the soot of a decade spent in the dark. She knew the sound. It was not a...

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