The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 10:41:44 -

The rain fell in sheets. It hammered against the tin roof of the shack. Silas sat in the dark. He held his hat in his hands. The leather was wet. It smelled of mud and old blood. He listened to the storm. It sounded like a warning. Or maybe a lullaby. He stood up. His knees cracked. He was fifty years old. He felt older. He put on his coat. It was heavy. Wool and oil. He took the lantern. The...

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