The Distant Journey
"You’re late," said the man in the gray suit. Elias did not answer. He stood by the window of the empty hall, looking out at the rain-slicked streets of the city. The glass was cold against his palm. He felt the vibration of the subway trains deep underground, a low, constant thrum that seemed to pulse in his own bones. The building was old. It was always old. The stone walls held the memory of...
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