The Distant Journey

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The ink is still wet. You feel the dampness against your fingertip, a cold, living thing. It smells of iron and old paper. This is the Mark. You have carried it for forty years. Now you hold it up to the light in the high, vaulted office of the Archivist. "Is it true?" asks the boy. His name is Thomas. He is young, eager, his eyes bright with the hunger of a man who believes the world is fair....

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