The Distant Journey

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The ink on my fingers never quite washed away, a permanent soot that mapped the topography of my labor against the pale skin of my hands. I sat in the vast, drafty archive of the King’s Chancery, surrounded by the smell of decaying parchment and the heavy, metallic scent of wet iron that lingered in the air from the recent rains. Outside, the city of Aethelgard churned with the usual morning...

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