The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 13:13:32 -

The dream was not of war, but of tea. It was a thin, brown liquid in a chipped mug. The steam rose in tight spirals, smelling of iron and wet wool. Thomas Bradshaw sat at a table that had no legs. It floated in a grey void. Across from him sat a man who looked exactly like him, but older. The man in the dream did not speak. He just watched Thomas. He watched with a patience that felt heavy,...

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