The Distant Journey

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2026-08-17 11:54:31 -

The ink was still wet on the parchment when I felt the first crack run through my left arm, a splitting pain that echoed the thunder rolling in from the north. I did not look up. I could not afford to look up. The room was thick with the smell of damp wool and old paper, the air stale with the breath of a dozen men who had sat here before me, all of them trying to hold the line, all of them...

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