The Distant Journey

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The soup was thin, a pale, trembling liquid that offered no resistance to the spoon, and I sat in the corner of the refectory where the shadows pooled thick as ink, listening to the clatter of wooden bowls against stone tables, a sound that marked the passing of hours in this place where time seemed to have forgotten its purpose and simply accumulated in the corners like dust. I am old now, or...

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