The Distant Journey

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The rain against the high windows of the Meridian Institute did not sound like water but like the rustling of dry leaves, a persistent, papery whisper that seeped through the stone and settled in your bones, and you, Elias Thorne, sat at the center of the reading room with a letter from 1924 open before you, the ink of which was not black but a wet, bruised purple that seemed to pulse in time...

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