The Distant Journey
The barn smelled of wet straw and old rain. Leo stood in the center of the floor, his boots sinking into the muck. He was twelve. He looked like a bird that had fallen out of a tree and forgotten how to fly. His father, Elias, sat on the bench by the door. He did not look at Leo. He was polishing a horseshoe. The steel shone. It was bright and cold. "Sit down, boy," Elias said. His voice was...
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