The Distant Journey
The rain did not fall so much as it hovered, a perpetual gray mist that settled into the stone walls of the castle and the marrow of the bones of those who lived within it, creating a dampness that was less a weather phenomenon and more a moral condition, a slow erosion of the soul by the very atmosphere it inhabited. In this ancient seat of power, where the tapestries hung heavy with the...
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