The Distant Journey
The knife bit into the skin of the pomegranate with a wet, fibrous tear that sounded like a scream held in the throat of the earth, and Elias stood there, hands slick with the dark, arterial juice, watching the seeds burst forth in a bloody constellation that mirrored the stars he had once charted in the sky above the old mill before the world had decided that such charts were no longer...
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