The Distant Journey

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The rain fell upon the slate roofs of the manor house with a rhythmic, hollow persistence, a sound that seemed to seep into the very marrow of Colonel Julian Thorne’s bones. He sat in the high-backed leather chair by the cold hearth, his uniform immaculate despite the hour, the brass buttons catching the faint, flickering glow of the dying fire. It was a dream, or perhaps a fever, for the air...

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