The Distant Journey

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In the first watch of the night, Arthur Penhaligon dreamed of a house that had no doors. It stood in a field of white ash, silent and absolute, its windows dark as closed eyes. He walked the perimeter of the structure, his footsteps making no sound, feeling the rough stone beneath his fingertips. There was no entrance, no exit, only the cold certainty of being sealed within the architecture of...

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