The Distant Promise

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The candle guttered, casting a long, trembling shadow across the stone floor. "You are trembling, Thorne," the Prior said, his voice flat and dry as the parchment under your hands. "Is it the cold, or is it guilt?" You straightened your back, forcing your shoulders down, and looked up at the man who held your life in the hollow of his palm. "It is the light, Father," you lied, your voice steady...

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