The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 12:12:38 -

The mud on the road was deep, a thick, black slurry that sucked at the boots of the men walking toward the village of Oakhaven. It was the season of harvest, or what passed for it in these hard times, when the fields yielded little but chaff and the air tasted of ash. Thomas Bradshaw walked in the front. His armor was old, the steel darkened by rust and the sweat of a thousand marches. He did...

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