The Distant Journey

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The brass compass lay open on the table. Its needle trembled, pointing nowhere in particular, or perhaps everywhere, with a lazy indifference that mocked the precision of the instrument. Elias watched it. He had not slept in two days. The town of Oakhaven, usually a place of quiet industry and predictable rhythms, felt suddenly thin. Transparent. Like a veil pulled away from a face he had known...

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