The Distant Journey

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The rain in Oakhaven did not fall so much as it hung in the air, a gray curtain that turned the cobblestones into slick mirrors. Elara stood on the threshold of her narrow house on Weaver’s Lane, watching the water bead on the glass of the front door, her fingers trembling against the wood. Inside, the breathing of her son, Thomas, was a ragged, wet sound that cut through the silence of the...

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