The Distant Journey

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The clock ticks. You hear it. The sound is dry. It eats the silence. You are in the study. The room is cold. Dust motes dance in the beam from the window. You hold the ledger. Your hands are steady. They should not be. You are a man of numbers. Numbers do not bleed. Numbers do not weep. Thomas enters. He does not knock. He never knocks. He brings the smell of the street. Coal smoke. Wet wool....

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