The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 05:26:56 -

The wind in the valley of Ashwick did not blow; it crept. It moved through the narrow lanes like a pale ghost, carrying the scent of damp earth and old stone. Thomas stood alone at the edge of the common, his hands tucked deep into the pockets of his threadbare coat. He was fourteen, a year of sharp elbows and quiet fears, and he felt the weight of the village’s silence pressing against his...

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