The Distant Journey

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Thorne. You’re late for the watch, Elias Thorne. The voice belonged to Silas, though he did not shout; he merely let the name hang in the damp air of the square, heavy as a wet wool coat. I stood by the well, the water black and still in the morning’s gray light, and felt the cold spot on my left palm again, that familiar, biting chill that had no name. I was forty-two, and my knees ached with...

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