The Distant Journey

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The needle in Elara Vane’s hand was bent, a thin steel hook that had given way under the tension of the black thread. She held it up to the grey light of the workshop, the metal cold against her thumb, before dropping it into the brass pin cushion that smelled of old iron and lavender. It was November, 1912, and the air in Oakhaven tasted of wet coal and rust. Elara was thirty years old, and...

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