The Distant Journey

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The cart rattles over the cobblestones of Millhaven, a sound like dry bones clicking together in the dark. You sit on the edge of the wooden bench, your hands resting in your lap, fingers interlaced so tightly the knuckles turn white. The town is small, a collection of stone cottages and narrow lanes that wind up the hill toward the old church. It is a place where the air smells of damp wool...

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