The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 17:48:37 -

The candlelight trembled. It cast long, wavering shadows against the stone walls of the great hall. The air was thick. It smelled of roasted boar, spiced wine, and unwashed bodies. Margaret sat at the high table. Her fingers were cold. They gripped the edge of the oak. The wood was rough. It bit into her skin. She did not move. She could not move. Across the hall, the King raised his goblet....

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