The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 07:14:40 -

I dreamt of the tower before I woke. It stood in a field of grey mist, its stones black with age and weeping. The door was open. Inside, the silence was not empty but heavy, pressed against my eardrums like deep water. I knew then what I had to do. I did not want to. But the need was in my bones, older than my name, older than the hunger that had eaten my pride. My name is Elara. I am the...

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