The Distant Journey
The carriage rattled over the cobblestones. Dust filled the air. It was thick. It coated the tongue. It tasted of iron and old stone. Elias sat in the corner. His knees were drawn up. He held a small cage. It was made of brass. The wires were thin. Inside, a wren sat on a perch of bone. Its eyes were black beads. It did not sing. It only breathed. The movement was small. A tremor in the chest....
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