The Distant Journey

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The obsidian did not arrive with a sound, nor with a flash of light, but with the quiet, mechanical certainty of a clock striking the hour, fusing itself to the soft tissue of Elias Thorne’s left hand while he slept in the narrow, dust-choked room above the Municipal Archives, a substance that was cold to the touch yet radiated a low, thrumming heat that seemed to synchronize with the failing...

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