The Distant Journey

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The frost bit the stone. It bit hard. He sat in the dark. The chair was old. His back ached. The pain was old too. He was the Inquisitor. Or he had been. Now he was just old. The candle flickered. It was the last one. Outside, the snow fell. It covered the village. It covered the road. It covered the past. He looked at his hands. They shook. They were not steady. He had judged many. He had been...

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