The Distant Journey

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2026-08-24 11:47:00 -

14th of November, 1893. The fog has not lifted in three days. It sits on the harbor of Blackwood like a wet wool blanket, thick and gray, swallowing the masts of the trawlers until only the tops are visible, pale ghosts against a sky that has forgotten the sun. I am Elias Thorne, thirty-two years old, though my joints ache with the stiffness of a man of forty-five. I have lost three years to...

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