The Distant Journey

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2026-08-19 19:52:27 -

The table groaned under the weight of the feast. Roast pheasant, glazed with honey and thyme. Towers of bread, white as bone. Jugs of ale, dark and stout. I sat at the head, but not as a lord. I sat as a vessel. My name is Silas. I am the keeper of the hearth. I am the one who listens to the grain. My hands were stained green. Chlorophyll. The color of growth. The color of life that does not...

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