The Distant Journey

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The rain fell like a curse. It slicked the mud on the road. The carriage wheels groaned. They spun in the black earth. They did not move. Elara stood at the window. Her hand pressed the glass. Her palm was cold. Her nails bit into the wood of the frame. She watched the mist. It swallowed the trees. It ate the sky. Inside, the air was thick. It smelled of wet wool and iron. It smelled of fear....

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