The Distant Journey
You are the senior archivist. The stone is cold. It presses against your chest. You have walked for hours. The road is white. The mist is thick. You climb the steps. The tower looms. You are a scholar. You are a fool. The door is locked. You knock. No one answers. The wind howls. You are alone. The year is old. The kingdom is old. You carry a book. It is leather-bound. It is heavy. You have...
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