The Distant Journey

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The rain does not fall; it hangs in the air, a suspended grey curtain that blurs the boundary between the inside of the manor and the wild, indifferent world outside. You are awake, though your body remains heavy, buried under the weight of wool blankets that smell of lavender and old dust. It is a dream, or perhaps a memory that has taken root in the present moment, one where the clock on the...

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