The Distant Journey

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The rain had not stopped for three days, a persistent, gray curtain that blurred the boundary between the stone walls of the Abbey and the mud beyond. Thomas Whitmore stood before the Great Oak, its branches heavy with water and the weight of centuries, watching the droplets gather at the tips of the leaves before falling in a steady, rhythmic hiss. The tree was not merely a plant; it was a...

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