The Distant Journey

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The rain did not fall; it hung in the air, a thick, gray curtain that smelled of wet iron and old bone. Thomas stood at the edge of the precipice, the wind tearing at his coat, the fabric stiff with condensation. He was alone, or so it seemed, until the fog parted to reveal the shape of the city below, a sprawling labyrinth of brick and smoke that breathed with a life independent of the sun....

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