The Distant Journey

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The ink was still wet when the cold hit his shoulder, a damp patch spreading through the wool of his shirt like a bruise under skin. October 14, 1924. I have been here three days, and the house has not yet stopped leaking. It is not a leak in the architectural sense, not a pipe or a cracked foundation, but a pervasive, cold moisture that seeps from the plaster itself, defying the coal fire in...

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