The Distant Journey

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2026-08-24 14:18:34 -

The dream was always the same, a recurring fracture in the porcelain skin of a nightingale that Elias Thorne had built with his own hands twenty years prior, its head severed from its body by a force that felt less like impact and more like a sudden, violent exhalation of air. He woke in the grey, pre-dawn light of the workshop, the smell of oil and cold brass heavy in his lungs, his hands...

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