The Distant Journey

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The dream always started with the sound of the wheels, a rhythmic grinding against the rusted iron tracks that cut through the heart of Ashworth like a scar that refused to heal, and in the dream the boy was running, his lungs burning with the smell of coal dust and wet pavement, chasing a shadow that moved with a terrible, fluid grace, a shadow that wore the face of his father, or perhaps it...

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