The Distant Journey
You stand in the room. The walls are white. The light is flat. There is a table. You sit. Across from you sits Elias. He does not look at you. He looks at the grain of the wood. "Sit," says the voice from the door. It is not a voice. It is a command. It is the air. You sit. The room is small. It smells of dust and old paper. Elias shifts. His coat is heavy. It is wool. It is dark. "We are...
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