The Distant Journey
The fire took the roof before the sun had fully cleared the hills. It did not roar. It sighed. A long, dry exhalation that turned the timber to ash and the air to smoke. Elias stood in the yard, watching his life curl upward into the grey sky. He wore his coat, the heavy wool one he reserved for church. His hands were at his sides. They were still. Inside, his heart hammered against his ribs...
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