The Distant Journey

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The envelope on the workbench was thick, the paper heavy with the smell of damp earth and something sharper, like iodine, and Elias Thorne held it under the single bare bulb that swung gently from the ceiling hook, casting a wide, wavering pool of light across the stainless steel table. He was forty-two years old, and his hands, which had spent two decades measuring out grams of aspirin and...

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