The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 21:07:59 -

The fog rolls in from the harbor. It is thick. It tastes of iron and rot. You sit on the wet cobblestones of the dock. Your hands are bound. The rope is coarse. It bites into your wrists. You are not a prisoner of men. You are a prisoner of the air. The city breathes around you. Steam rises from the vents. The factories cough black smoke into the grey sky. The bells of St. Jude’s toll. One....

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