The Distant Journey

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The clock in the warden’s office did not tick. It hummed, a low, metallic vibration that Elias Thorne felt in his teeth. He sat behind the mahogany desk, the wood polished to a mirror sheen that reflected his own hollow eyes. Outside, the rain lashed against the high, barred windows of Blackwood Penitentiary. Inside, the air was still and smelled of stale tobacco and old fear. Elias was...

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