The Distant Journey

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The fog did not lift; it thickened, a grey wool drawn tight against the windows of the apartment, erasing the street, the park, the world beyond the glass. Margaret sat in the high-backed chair by the hearth, the fire dying to embers, her hands folded in her lap with a stillness that was not peace but paralysis. She had been waiting for Julian for six hours. The clock on the mantel, a heavy...

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