The Distant Journey

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2026-08-18 21:16:28 -

The rain fell in thin, cold needles on the cobblestones of Millhaven. It was a gray, weeping morning, the kind that soaks into the bones before the sun has the chance to rise. Thomas Ashworth walked with his head down. His boots were heavy. They clanked against the wet stone with a rhythm that sounded like a countdown. He carried a wooden crate. It was small, no larger than a bread loaf, but it...

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