The Distant Journey
The rain does not fall; it strikes, a relentless, horizontal assault that turns the cobblestones of Millhaven into a slick, black mirror reflecting the jagged teeth of the sky. You are standing in the center of the town square, your body a monument to endurance, your skin stretched tight over bones that ache with a deep, tectonic pressure. The storm is not merely weather; it is a physical...
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