The Distant Promise

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The count is simple: three days since Silas died, and the skin on your left hand has peeled away in four distinct strips, revealing the raw, weeping flesh beneath. You wrap it in a strip of linen stolen from the infirmary, the cost of which is forty pence deducted from your next wage, a sum you do not have. The town of Blackwood sits under a fog so thick it has weight, a grey wool that chokes...

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