The Distant Journey

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The dream was always the same: black water, thick as oil, pressing against Elias Thorne’s lungs until he felt the cartilage of his ribs crack. He was not swimming; he was sinking, his hands locked around the throat of a man who wore his brother Samuel’s face. Elias woke with a gasp that tore through the quiet of the Victorian house, the sheets twisted tight around his waist, his fingers still...

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