The Distant Journey

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The nib of the pen scraped against the parchment with a sound like a fingernail dragging down a chalkboard, and Elias Thorne watched the black ink bleed out of the confession, not onto the page, but into the wood of the desk beneath it. It was a Tuesday, and the light from the single high window was thin and yellow, cutting through the dust that hung in the stagnant air of the provincial court...

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