The Distant Journey
The rain fell on the glass. It did not stop. Elara watched the droplets race down the pane. They left no mark. The stone outside was gray. The sky was gray. The room was cold. She stood by the window. Her coat hung on the hook. It was heavy. Wool and mud. She had walked far. Her legs ached. The Hall was vast. The floor was marble. It reflected the chandeliers. The light was dim. The shadows...
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