The Distant Promise
Elias. The name hung in the air, thick as the smoke from the cedar logs, called out by the county clerk’s wife with a lilt that suggested both invitation and warning. Elias Thorne stood at the center of the grand hall of Blackwood Manor, his hands resting on the polished mahogany of the table, feeling the cold seep through the wood into his palms. He was thirty-four, a sheriff by appointment...
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