The Distant Journey
The iron gates were rusted shut, but the lock was a lie. I could see the mechanism inside, a tangle of seized gears that had not turned in a century. I pushed. It held. I pushed harder, my shoulder digging into the cold metal, my breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged in the freezing air. "Are you going to stand there all day, Thomas?" The voice came from behind me. It was low,...
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