The Distant Journey

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The ink dries black. It does not dry brown, or blue, or grey. It dries black. You know this. You have known it for three days, since the letter arrived in the satchel of the courier who rode through the mud with a broken tooth and a look in his eyes that you have seen before, in mirrors, in your own face before the shaving knife touched skin. You are not a detective. You are a scribe. But you...

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