The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 05:29:05 -

The rain tasted of iron and old blood. You stood in the corridor. The stone floor was cold. Your boots were wet. You were the Captain. You wore the chainmail. You held the sword. The sword was heavy. The sword was dull. Behind you, the door to the throne room was closed. "Is he ready?" you asked. The voice came from the shadows. It was old. It was dry. It was the voice of the High Justicar. He...

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