The Distant Journey

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The fog clung to the Cornish coast like a second skin, thick and salt-encrusted, as though the sea itself refused to let go of what it had swallowed centuries ago. Eleanor Vane stood at the edge of the cliff, her fingers gripping the weathered stone parapet until her knuckles whitened, and watched the grey water churn far below. She had come to Penzance on a whim—a whim born of grief and the...

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