The Distant Journey

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The air in the cellar was thick, tasting of wet stone and old iron. It pressed against my lungs, a physical weight. I stood by the large oak table, my hands trembling. The candlelight flickered, casting long, jagged shadows that danced on the damp walls. Around me, the faces of the guild were visible in the dim glow. They wore masks of polite indifference. I could hear the hum of their...

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