The Distant Journey
The carriage wheels ground against the cobblestones, a harsh, grinding shriek that cut through the morning silence before the dust settled. Elias Thorne stood at the edge of the city gate, his hand still resting on the cold iron of the gatehouse doorframe, watching the rear window of the vehicle where his wife, Mara, had pressed her face against the glass. She did not wave. She did not speak....
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