The Distant Journey
He woke with the taste of rust on his tongue. The air was thick, heavy with the scent of damp wool and old iron. It was a dream that had no beginning, only a suffocating present. He lay on a bed that was not his, in a room that did not exist, surrounded by walls that breathed. Captain Elias Thorne opened his eyes. The ceiling was low, painted a shade of grey that matched the fog outside the...
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