The Distant Journey

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The house smelled of wet wool and old wood. It was a smell that clung to the skin, a physical weight that pressed against the chest. Elias Thorne stood in the center of the study, his hands trembling. He held the coat. It was a heavy thing, midnight blue, lined with a silk that had gone brittle with age. It was his father’s coat. Or rather, it was the coat that had been worn by the man who had...

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