The Distant Journey
Elias woke in the dark. The dream was gone. He remembered the weight. He lay still. The stone ceiling pressed down. Cold. Damp. He reached for the lamp. It was unlit. He struck a match. The flame sputtered. It died. Silence. He sat up. The chains clinked. Softly. He looked at his hands. They were stained. Black. Ink. Or blood. He could not tell. He stood. His legs shook. The cell was small....
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