The Distant Journey

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The knock came from the sealed attic, a rhythmic, hollow thud that vibrated through the floorboards of my workshop. It was not the settling of the house, which I knew by heart, but a deliberate, measured strike, like a fist against a drum skin. I did not look up from the chair leg I was smoothing, my chisel moving in long, controlled strokes against the oak. The debt from Margaret’s...

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