The Distant Journey

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The ink was wet. It bled into the heavy cotton paper of the ledger, a dark, viscous stain that seemed to pulse with a life of its own. Elias Thorne sat at the head of the long oak table in the Union Hall, his hands steady despite the tremor that had begun, weeks ago, to seize his right forearm. Before him lay the deed to the Thorne Textile Mill, and beside it, a letter from the Board of...

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