The Distant Journey

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The silence in the mill was not empty. It was heavy, a physical weight that pressed against the eardrums, thick with the smell of wet wool and the metallic tang of old blood. Elara sat on the floor of the carding room, her back against the cold stone wall, watching the fibers drift in the dim light filtering through the high, soot-stained windows. They were not just wool. They were hair. Long,...

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