The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 02:48:07 -

The seal was red. It pressed into the wax like a wound. Edric held it in his palm. The wax was cold. He had crossed the sea to find this mark. He had crossed the sea to be forgiven. The town of Oakhaven lay beneath a sky of iron. Rain slicked the cobblestones. They shone like wet coins. Edric was a man of few words. His silence was a heavy coat. He wore it tightly. He was an exile. Or so he...

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