The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 23:19:44 -

The wind did not howl so much as it sighed, a long, ragged exhalation that seemed to come from the very marrow of the ancient oak trees that lined the narrow, muddy track, and Elias stood with his back pressed against the rough, damp bark, his breath misting in the cold air as he listened for the sound of her footsteps, knowing with a certainty that settled into his bones like lead that she was...

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