The Distant Journey

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"You will submit the inventory by noon." The voice was thin. It sliced the air. You sat at the desk. The wood was cold. Your fingers trembled. Not from fear. From cold. The house was always cold. "You hear me?" "I hear you, sir." Dr. Hale stood in the doorway. His shadow fell across you. It was long. It was black. He looked at the pile of books. He looked at the dust. He looked at you. "Your...

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