The Distant Journey

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The dream began with the taste of iron. It was not blood. It was the taste of old coins, of rusted hinges, of the cold earth after a long rain. Thomas Vane woke with his tongue pressed against the roof of his mouth, thick and strange. He lay still. The stone floor beneath him was damp. It seeped through the thin wool of his tunic, a cold that did not bite but simply existed, a constant, heavy...

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