The Distant Journey

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The heavy oak doors of the estate had not been opened for a guest in thirty years, yet on this grey afternoon, the hinges screamed in protest as the iron latch was forced, a sound that seemed to tear the silence of the halling apart. Arthur Penhaligon stood in the entryway, his uniform immaculate but stained with the dust of a long ride, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword which had seen...

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