The Distant Promise

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The pen was slipping from my fingers, the ink drying in the creases of my palm like rusted blood. I wiped my hands on my trousers, leaving dark streaks across the fabric, and looked at the clock. 3:00 AM. The fog was pressing against the window of my study in Oakhaven, a thick, damp wool that muffled the world outside. I am Elias Vane, thirty-two, a lexicographer whose life’s work has become a...

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