The Distant Journey

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The brass compass sat on the oak desk, its needle trembling not with the pull of the earth but with the weight of my own breath, a small, cold sun that had long since burned out yet still commanded the attention of the room, and I watched it swing back and forth with the slow, agonizing patience of a metronome counting down the seconds until my soul would be stripped bare before the High...

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