The Distant Journey

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The fog rolled off the harbor like a heavy gray curtain. It smelled of salt and rust. Elias Vane stood on the dock. He held the brass compass in his left hand. It was cold. It was heavy. It hummed against his palm. A low, vibrating thrum. Like a tuning fork struck inside a bell. "You shouldn't be here," said Mara. She stood behind him. Her coat was damp. The wool clung to her shoulders. She...

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