The Distant Journey
The rain tapped against the window of the small, rented room with a rhythmic persistence that made Elias Thorne’s teeth ache. It was a steady, gray downpour, the kind that seemed to erode the very substance of the afternoon, turning the world outside into a blurred sketch of wet stone and dying leaves. Elias sat at his desk, a heavy oak slab that had belonged to his father, his hands resting on...
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