The Distant Journey

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The city of Ostriv did not sleep, for it had no night, only a perpetual twilight that hung heavy and violet over the slate roofs and the cobblestone streets where the mist coiled like living smoke. Here, the air was thick with the scent of damp stone and old iron, a smell that seemed to settle in the lungs and refuse to leave, a physical weight that pressed against the chest of anyone who...

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