The Distant Journey
The road out of the valley was not so much a path as it was a scar, a jagged line of gray stone and compacted dirt that cut through the dense, breathing green of the forest and climbed toward the jagged teeth of the mountains where the air grew thin and cold and the light seemed to hold its breath before it touched the earth. Elias had been walking since the sun was still a pale sliver of bone...
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