The Distant Journey

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The hospital room smelled of antiseptic and old paper, a scent that had seeped into the walls of St. Jude’s over decades of quiet endings. Elias Thorne sat in a plastic chair that offered no comfort, his hands folded in his lap, fingers laced so tightly that the knuckles had turned the color of bone. He was a man of modest stature and unremarkable features, a clerk at the municipal archives who...

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