The Distant Journey

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The sword hung in the ash. It was not a clean strike. The blade had sunk deep, pinning a young stag to the muddy bank of the river. Blood pooled in the hollows of the earth, dark and thick as old wine. Silas stood over the beast, his breathing a ragged rhythm in the cold air. His hands trembled. Not from the cold, though the frost bit at his nose and cheeks. They trembled from the effort of...

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