The Distant Journey

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You are standing in the middle of the room, and the dust motes are dancing in the shafts of light that cut through the high, arched windows. It is quiet. It is so quiet that you can hear the blood moving in your own ears, a low, rhythmic thumping that feels louder than the wind outside. You are wearing the coat. It is a heavy thing, woven from wool that has been dyed the deep, bruised purple of...

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