The Distant Journey
You stand in the hall. The air is thick. It smells of damp wool and old paper. You are here. You have always been here. The floor is cold. You feel it through your shoes. You look down. Your feet are bare. They have been bare for a long time. You do not remember when they lost their socks. You do not remember when they lost their shoes. The stone bites. It is a sharp bite. It is a familiar...
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