The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall; it hammered. It struck the tin roof of the supply depot with a violence that made the iron beams groan in protest. Thomas Ashworth stood at the door, his uniform soaked through, the wool heavy with the weight of the storm. He was a man of few words, a lieutenant in the Royal Guard, but the weather was speaking for him. It was 1893, and the world smelled of coal smoke and...

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