The Distant Journey

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The rain hit the glass. It did not fall. It struck. Hard. Rhythmic. Like a fist against a door. Elias sat in the dark. The room was cold. The air smelled of ozone and stale coffee. A single lamp burned. It cast long shadows. The shadows moved. They danced. They waited. On the table sat the object. A watch. Gold. Heavy. Cold to the touch. It was not running. The hands were frozen at twelve. The...

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