The Distant Journey

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12 November 1904 My dear Thomas, I write this by the light of a gas lamp that sputters and dies, much like my own breath. The iron stove in the corner has begun to hum again, a low, resonant thrum that vibrates in the floorboards and settles in the teeth. It is a sound I have learned to dread, for it always precedes the cough that brings blood. I am forty-two, yet I feel the weight of eighty...

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