The Distant Journey

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2026-08-24 00:23:44 -

The rain had been falling for three days, a persistent, grey curtain that turned the cobblestones of the High Street into a slick, reflective mirror, and it was this dampness that seemed to seep into the bones of the archive, settling into the wood of the filing cabinets and the paper of the ledgers. I was forty years old, a man who had spent two decades cataloguing the dead, and on this...

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