The Distant Journey

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The seal broke at dawn. It was a blue wax stamp. Round. Hard. Cold. It sat on the letter. The letter was black. The ink was wet. It shone like oil. Thomas stood in the hall. He was ten years old. His hands shook. He looked at the seal. He wanted to touch it. He did not touch it. His father stood behind him. His father was tall. He wore a suit of grey wool. The wool was fine. It cost more than...

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