The Distant Journey

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The house stood at the edge of the cliff, a sprawling edifice of white stone that seemed less built than grown from the salt-wind and the ancient rock. It was a place of many rooms and few inhabitants, a labyrinth of corridors that stretched into shadow, where the air hung heavy with the scent of dried lavender and the faint, metallic tang of decay. I was the keeper of this house, a role I had...

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