The Distant Journey

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The wind did not howl; it whispered, a dry, papery sound against the stone walls of the Tower of St. Jude. You stood in the center of the circular room, your small hands pressed flat against the cold floor, feeling the vibration of the air. It was a vibration that had no source you could name, a low hum that seemed to rise from the marrow of the earth itself. You were twelve years old, though...

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