The Distant Journey

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The rain in Millhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the grime slicker, turning the cobblestones of the main street into a treacherous mirror that reflected the soot-blackened sky above. Margaret Holloway stood in the doorway of her sister’s house, watching the water bead on the brass letters of the sign that hung over the apothecary window. She had been standing there for an hour,...

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