The Distant Journey

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The rain in the valley of Cwm-yr-Elwyd did not fall so much as it hung, a perpetual grey veil that soaked into the bone and turned the cobblestones of the main square into slick, treacherous mirrors reflecting the dying gasps of the afternoon sun. Thomas Halloway stood beneath the awning of the post office, his hands buried deep in the pockets of his heavy wool greatcoat, watching the water...

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