The Distant Journey

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The rain does not fall so much as it is poured from the sky, a heavy, grey slurry that smells of wet stone and rotting leaves, drumming against the high, narrow windows of the hall in a rhythm that feels less like weather and more like the beating of a thousand small, frantic hearts. You are sitting at the edge of a long table covered in a white cloth that is already stained with wine and the...

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