The Distant Promise

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The porcelain was cold in my hand, a shard of white bone against the soot-blackened skin of my palm, and the crack ran through it like a vein of quartz, splitting the painted face of Elara into two halves that no longer fit together. I stood in the middle of the drift, the air thick with the taste of iron and wet dust, while the lamp strapped to my brow cast a sickly yellow cone into the dark,...

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