The Distant Journey

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The morning air in Aethelgard did not smell of salt or diesel, as it should have for a port city, but of old copper and wet wool, a scent that clung to the back of Elias Thorne’s throat and refused to be washed away. He stood in the narrow hallway of their apartment, watching the light filter through the dust motes that danced in the stagnant air, and felt the familiar, grinding ache in his...

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