The Distant Journey

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The rain against the windowpane was not a sound, but a weight, a persistent, wet drumming that seemed to seep into the very marrow of the room. I sat at the desk, my hands resting on the cold oak, feeling the tremor that had recently begun to take residence in my fingers. It was a small thing, a nervous twitch, but in the silence of the house, it felt like a fracture spreading through glass. My...

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