The Distant Journey
You are holding the leather case with a grip that has turned your knuckles white, the hide worn soft and slick under your palms, and you are waiting for Edward to speak, because the silence in this cramped, dust-choked study is heavier than the three hundred pages of ink and paper packed inside the satchel. The clock on the mantelpiece ticks with a mechanical indifference that feels personal,...
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