The Distant Journey

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The ink on the parchment had begun to bleed, a slow, dark weeping that mirrored the dampness settling into the marrow of Sir Aldric’s bones. He sat in the high tower of his ancestral home, a place of stone and silence, where the wind whistled through the cracks in the mortar like a mournful spirit. The document before him was not a letter of love, nor a treaty of peace, but a warrant. It bore...

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