The Distant Journey

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2026-08-23 07:20:25 -

It was the ink again, wasn't it? You smeared the signature, the black pooling into a bruise on the deed, and Halloway watched from behind his desk with the patience of a man who had all the time in the world and you had none. The air in the office was thick, stale, tasting of the rust that hung over the whole town, a metallic tang that coated the back of your throat. You were forty-two, a clerk...

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