The Distant Journey

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I woke with the taste of ash on my tongue, though I had not lit a fire, and the silence of the bedroom was so heavy, so absolute, that it pressed against my eardrums like deep water, forcing me to sit up in the dark where the only light came from the streetlamp outside casting long, skeletal shadows of the curtains across the floorboards. I was seventy-two years old, and my knees, which had...

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