The Distant Journey

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The fog rolls in from the harbor at dawn, a thick, gray wool that swallows the cobblestones and the gulls, erasing the sharp edges of the city until the world is nothing but a damp, breathing void. You stand on the pier, your boots sinking slightly into the wet timber, watching the tide pull back from the rotting pilings. It is a place of decay, this dock, where the wood has gone soft and...

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