The Distant Journey

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The oak stood in the center of the courtyard. Its roots had split the flagstones. The bark was dark, almost black, in the grey November light. Colonel Elias Thorne stood before it. He was old. His knees ached when the air turned cold. He wore his dress uniform. The wool was heavy. It pulled at his shoulders. The brass buttons were dull. They did not shine. They had not shone in years. Elias...

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