The Distant Journey

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash the town clean; it only made the mud slicker and the smell of decay sharper. Thomas Bradshaw stood behind the counter of his apothecary, his hands trembling as he watched the black spots spread across his sister Elara’s neck. She was fourteen, and she was dying. In his other hand, he clutched a small glass vial that glowed with a faint, pulsing blue light, a...

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