The Distant Journey

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The mold was breathing. You watched it pulse against the basement wall, a slow, rhythmic expansion that matched the tick of the clock on your desk. It was a gray, velvety fungus that had no business existing in a climate-controlled archive, yet there it was, spreading in thin, jagged veins across the concrete. You, Elias Thorne, forty-two years old and a senior archivist at the Blackwood...

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