The Distant Journey

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The candlelight at Lord Vane’s estate did not so much illuminate the room as it seemed to consume it, turning the faces of the assembled guests into masks of wax and shadow, while I stood by the sideboard, holding a glass of brandy I had no intention of drinking, watching the machinery of high society grind against the silence of my own grief. It was the autumn of 1893, and I, Elias Thorne, a...

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