The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 11:09:25 -

The river did not run; it hovered, a dark ribbon of suspended time cutting through the grey stone throat of the city. We stood at the edge of the old bridge, where the cobblestones were worn smooth by centuries of footfalls that had long since ceased to leave prints. It was not a time that belonged to calendars or clocks, but to the slow, grinding rotation of stars and the deeper, older turning...

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