The Distant Journey

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The fog rolled in from the sea. It was thick. It smelled of salt and rot. Elias Thorne walked. He carried a satchel. It was heavy. Inside lay the ledger. The numbers were wrong. They had always been wrong. He stopped at the gate. The iron was cold. He touched it. The metal bit into his palm. Behind him stood the house. It was grand. It was silent. He did not look back. He never looked back....

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