The Distant Journey

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The rain in Oakhaven did not wash things clean; it merely made the decay slicker. You sat in the stone archive, the air thick with the scent of wet limestone and the slow, sweet rot of paper, holding the founding charter of the town in your trembling hands. It was a brittle thing, yellowed to the color of old bone, and you could feel the weight of your tenure, your reputation, and your wife’s...

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