The Distant Journey

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The heavy silver tea service sat in my palms, cold as river stones, the tines of the fork catching the gray morning light that bled through the study curtains. I was fifty-two, a retired archivist who had spent three decades cataloging other people’s lives, and I had sworn to Clara that I would handle the sale of the estate with the same quiet precision I had applied to the municipal records....

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