The Distant Journey
The wheel snapped with a sound like a gunshot, and then the silence was worse. Elias Thorne stood in the mud, his boots sinking into the slurry, watching the timber splinter into a thousand jagged teeth. The apprentice, a boy of nineteen named Thomas, lay beneath the axle, his face turned toward the sky, eyes wide and unseeing. The rain began to fall, cold and indifferent, soaking through...
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