The Distant Journey

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The dream began with the smell of rotting apples, thick and sweet in the air, a cloying scent that seemed to hang in the grey morning light like a fog that refused to lift. Elias Thorne stood in the middle of a field that was not a field, but a vast, open expanse of concrete, cracked and weeping with moisture, and in the center of it stood a single tree. It was an oak, ancient and gnarled, its...

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