The Distant Journey
The candle had burned down to a nub of wax, its light trembling against the damp walls of the attic room. I sat on the floor, my back against the cold stone, and watched the shadows lengthen. Outside, the city of Aveline slept beneath a blanket of fog, a sprawling beast of brick and mortar that had swallowed my youth and was now digesting my life. I had come here to find him, or rather, to find...
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