The Distant Journey
The bell tolls six times, the sound heavy and iron-rich, settling into the marrow of your bones before the first light even touches the high, narrow window. You are kneeling on the cold flagstones of the infirmary, the rough texture of the stone biting through the thin wool of your prison garb. Your hands are bound not by rope, but by a silence that has grown so dense it has become a physical...
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