The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 05:33:40 -

The letter lay on the table, the ink still wet, glistening like a wound. Elias held the pen in his right hand, his fingers trembling with a rigor that had nothing to do with the cold. Outside, the rain lashed against the windowpane, a relentless, rhythmic assault. The steam from the kettle curled into the air, dissolving into the gloom of the room. He looked at the paper. It was not a letter of...

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