The Distant Journey

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a grey curtain that turned the streets of Oakhaven into slick, black mirrors. Elias Thorne sat in the corner booth of the Rusty Anchor, his hands wrapped around a mug of coffee that had long since gone cold. He was a man carved from silence, his face a map of lines drawn by worry and old debts. Across the table, a small, battered notebook lay open. In...

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