The Distant Journey

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2026-08-21 19:15:02 -

The candle had burned low, its wax pooling in a dark, viscous lake that reflected the trembling face of my son, Elias, back at me with an accusation so sharp it felt like a physical blade pressed against my sternum. I sat on the edge of the cold stone bed, the heavy wool of my nightgown feeling less like fabric and more like a shroud I had woven from my own regrets, while the air in the chamber...

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