The Distant Journey

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I woke with the taste of iron and ash on my tongue, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and old, dried blood. I was standing on a precipice that dropped away into a fog so white it looked like a solid wall of milk. Below me, the valley was not a valley at all, but a churning sea of grey, and rising from its depths were towers of black glass, jagged and silent, piercing the clouds like the...

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