The Distant Journey

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The road to Blackwood is not a line. It is a wound in the earth, long and red, stretching under the gray sky. You walk it. Your boots are old leather, cracked at the toes. They hold no warmth. You do not care for warmth. You care for the stone. You are the mason of the village. Or you were. That is what they say. They say you are a thief. They say you stole the crown of the Duke. They say you...

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