The Distant Journey

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The ice cracked before the wind did. It was a sound like a bone snapping under a boot, sharp and final, echoing off the frozen face of the lake. I stood on the ridge, my breath pluming in the thin air, and watched the fissure widen. It was November, 1892, and the cold was not a temperature but a presence, a thing with weight that pressed against my ribs. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old,...

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