The Distant Promise
Chapter One Dawit Abdi knew that the end had arrived not by the breaking of dawn, but by the silence that followed the last cough of the night watchman. He sat in the damp, stone-walled cell of the fortress, his fingers wrapped around a shard of mirror no larger than a fingernail, the glass cold enough to burn his skin. The air here smelled of wet limestone and old blood, a scent that had...
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