The Distant Journey

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The bell rang. It did not chime. It clanged. A heavy, iron sound that split the morning air. Thomas sat at his desk. The wood was cold. He wore black. His hair was white. He was old. A boy stood in the door. He held a parchment. His face was pale. He did not smile. He did not speak. He merely extended the paper. Thomas took it. His hands shook. Not from fear. From age. The ink was wet. It...

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