The Distant Journey
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a suspended grey mist that clung to the high-rise windows of the municipal building where Elias Thorne had spent the better part of his life, a man whose lungs had slowly begun to betray him, turning the simple act of breathing into a laborious negotiation with a body that no longer owed him its cooperation, a body that was now being dismantled by a...
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