The Distant Journey

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2026-08-17 22:11:28 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the slate roof of the inn in a relentless, hollow rhythm that seemed to hollow out the bones of the room. I sat in the corner, my back against the damp stone, watching the fire sputter in the grate. Across the hearth, a man in a traveling cloak of faded green sat with his head bowed. He did not look up when I entered. He did not look...

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