The Distant Journey
"Is it gone?" Mara asked. Her voice was small. It cracked against the silence of the room. She held the stone. It was warm. It was heavy. It was black. It looked like a coal that had forgotten how to burn. "It is always here," said Elias. He sat by the window. The glass was fogged. Outside, the world was not the world. It was a blur of gray and green. It was a place with no name. It was a place...
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