The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended mist of grey water that clung to the eaves of the suburban cul-de-sac in a way that defied the simple physics of gravity, turning the air into a thick, breathing substance that tasted of iron and old pennies. Margaret Holloway stood at the window, her breath fogging the glass in a small, frantic circle, watching the neighbor, Thomas...

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