The Distant Journey
The rain had been falling since the dawn, a persistent and grey sheet that turned the cobblestones of the town square into a mirror of slate and shadow, reflecting the muted light of the world above in a way that seemed to dissolve the very edges of the buildings until they were nothing more than suggestions of stone and timber. Sir Arthur Pendelton stood beneath the awning of the old...
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