The Distant Promise
Chapter One "Will you take it?" the man asked. He stood in the doorway of the mission hall, a shadow against the grey Manchester sky, holding a vial of black sap. Esther Pell looked at the glass. It was small, no bigger than a thumbnail, and the liquid inside moved sluggishly, thick as tar. "It is for the lungs," he said. "For the wasting." Esther’s husband, Arthur, lay in the next room, his...
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