The Distant Journey
The rain had not ceased for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that turned the cobblestones of Millhaven into slick mirrors reflecting the low, bruised clouds above, and it was into this damp, suffocating silence that Elias Thorne walked, his steps heavy with the weight of an investigation that had consumed the better part of his waking life, his eyes fixed not on the wet streets but on the...
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