The Distant Journey

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The iron key hung from my neck on a chain of blackened links, a cold weight that pressed against the hollow of my chest like a second heartbeat, a heavy, rhythmic pulse that reminded me constantly of the burden I carried and the silence that surrounded it. I was ten years old, though I felt older, older than the stone walls of the Great Hall where we gathered every night to listen to the King...

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