The Distant Promise
Act I Chevalier remembered the cold before he remembered the name. It was a specific, surgical chill, sitting just behind the sternum, a phantom limb sensation where a heart should have been beating. He stood in the basement of the Municipal Hall, the air heavy with damp plaster and old paper, holding a file that felt heavier than its weight. The walls here were shared with the church cellar...
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