The Distant Journey
The rain did not fall so much as it insisted, a cold, gray mist that clung to the wool of Major Elias Thorne’s coat and seeped into the bones of the horse beneath him. The road was a ribbon of mud stretching endlessly toward the jagged spine of the mountains, a route that seemed less a path and more a wound in the earth. Elias sat upright in the saddle, his spine rigid, his hands white-knuckled...
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