The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 01:32:37 -

The moss in the garden had been dead for three years, yet you still walked it every morning, counting the steps to the stone bench where your father used to sit. You are a man of few words, a soldier who has hung up his sword but kept the scars. Your hands, rough and mapped with old calluses, rest on the hilt of a ceremonial dagger that is now nothing more than a heavy, dull weight at your...

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