The Distant Journey
The rain had not stopped for three days, a ceaseless, grey veil that turned the cobblestones of the lane into slick mirrors reflecting the bruised sky above. Elias Thorne stood at the threshold of his father’s shop, a man whose hands were stained permanently with the dust of other people’s histories, and he watched the water pool around the roots of the oak tree that marked the boundary of...
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