The Distant Journey

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The ink was still wet on the ledger when the bell in the town square began to ring, a sound so sharp and sudden it felt like a blade drawn across the silence of the market. You looked up from the desk, your fingers stained black with the pigment that had defined your life for thirty years, and saw the crowd gathering below. They were not cheering. They were silent, their faces turned upward...

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