The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 00:36:52 -

The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray weeping that turned the cobblestones of the old university quad into a mirror for the crumbling slate roofs above, and I sat in my study, surrounded by the silence of thousands of bound volumes, listening to the water drip from the eaves into the gutter with a rhythm that felt less like weather and more like the slow, inexorable...

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