The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall so much as it descended, a thick, grey curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone floor of the chapel and the muddy earth beyond the stained-glass windows. Elara stood at the altar, her hands resting on the cold marble, her knuckles white not from cold but from the sheer, crushing weight of the silence that had settled over the assembly. She was old in the way...

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