The Distant Journey

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The fog rolled in from the estuary, thick and white, erasing the horizon. It swallowed the town whole. Only the house remained. It stood on the hill, a black silhouette against the grey. The windows glowed. They burned with a sickly yellow light. Thomas sat in the high chair. He was twelve years old. His hands were small. They gripped the edges of the table. The wood was cold. It bit into his...

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