The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall; it struck. It hammered against the slate roof of the Whitmore estate with a violence that turned the gutters into roaring waterfalls, blurring the world beyond the windowpanes into a grey, trembling smear. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of wet wool and old wood, but beneath it lay a sharper, metallic tang, like the taste of blood on a tongue. Julian stood in the...

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