The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 13:43:23 -

The rain hits the slate roof like a handful of gravel. You are sitting in the back row of the Grand Chamber, your coat damp and smelling of wet dog and old wool. The air is thick with the scent of beeswax and the subtle, metallic tang of power. You do not look up. You never look up. You know the layout of this room by heart, though you have never been invited to speak here. You are the...

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