The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 13:39:24 -

The key is heavy in your hand. It is brass, worn smooth by generations of thumbs that were not yours. You hold it against your chest, feeling its cold weight settle into the hollow of your ribs. It is a small thing, a key, but it feels like an anchor. You are standing on the platform at Oakhaven Station. The fog is thick here, a white wool that swallows the tracks and the waiting room. It...

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