The Distant Journey

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The rain against the window was a dull, persistent tapping, like fingernails on wood. Elias Thorne sat at his desk, the ledger open before him, its pages swollen with damp. He was forty-two, a man who had spent two decades bending his spine to the weight of other people’s records, and now his joints screamed with a pain that felt less like arthritis and more like a warning. The ledger was old,...

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