The Distant Journey
The report lay on Bishop Halloway’s desk, a thin rectangle of paper against the dark mahogany, waiting to be crushed. Elias Thorne sat opposite, his hands folded in his lap, feeling the vibration of the floorboards beneath him. It was a low hum, a structural groan that he had mistaken for the city traffic for twenty years. He knew it was not. He knew it was the stone settling, the mortar...
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