The Distant Journey

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The gas lamps in the Municipal Bureau of Records flickered with a sickly, jaundiced pulse, casting long, trembling shadows across the rows of iron filing cabinets that stretched into the dark like the ribs of some buried leviathan. Elias Thorne stood before the ledger, his fingers hovering over the page, his breath held in his chest as if the air itself had turned to stone. He was thirty-two, a...

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