The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall. It hung in the air, a fine, gray mist that tasted of iron and wet wool. Elias stood at the edge of the pier, his boots sinking into the mud. The world had gone quiet. Not silent. Quiet. The difference was important. Silence was the absence of sound. Quiet was the presence of a held breath. He adjusted the strap of his satchel. Inside, the brass compass spun lazily, its...

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