The Distant Journey

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The iron bell hangs from the oak beam above the door, its surface pitted with the rust of a century and the silence of a hundred years, and you stand before it with your hands trembling not from the cold that seeps through the floorboards of the stone church but from the terrifying weight of the choice that has been placed in your palms, a choice that smells of wet earth and old blood and the...

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