The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 14:39:53 -

The wool of the shawl is coarse against your neck, a texture you have memorized over twenty years of winters. It is a deep, bruised purple, the color of plums left too long on the branch, and it is the only thing you own that was chosen by your own hand. You wrap it tightly around your shoulders as you stand before the heavy oak doors of the Guild Hall, the air outside biting at your exposed...

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