The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 17:23:18 -

The coal dust tasted like iron. Elias spited into the floorboards. The sound was wet. A finality. He stood before the Great Hall door. The wood was oak. It smelled of rot and old varnish. Outside, the fog rolled in. Thick. Grey. It ate the streetlamps. One by one. The gas hissed. A thin, dying sound. Elias was a merchant. Of secrets. Mostly. He dealt in ledgers. In names. In debts that could...

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