The Distant Journey
The rain taps against the single, grime-streaked window of the office, a rhythmic, insistent drumming that seems to synchronize with the frantic beating of your heart as you sit alone in the dim light of the fluorescent tube that buzzes like a dying insect above your head. You are sitting at the desk, the same mahogany surface you have polished every morning for the last twelve years, and in...
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