The Distant Journey

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The rain hammered the slate roof of the manor house. It was a cold, industrial rhythm. Tick. Tick. Tick. It sounded like a clock counting down. Or counting up. It did not matter. Elias stood by the window. The glass was fogged. His breath formed a small cloud. He wiped it away with a rag. The view outside was gray. The fields were drowned. The smoke from the distant factory chimney curled into...

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