The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall so much as it seeped, a persistent, grey mist that clung to the windows of the fourth-floor apartment like a second skin. Elias Thorne sat in the center of the room, his back to the door, his hands resting on the mahogany table with the stillness of a man holding his breath underwater. On the table lay the object of his obsession, a small, rectangular piece of slate, no...

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