The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 05:42:12 -

The rain fell in sheets, gray and relentless, turning the cobblestones of Oakhaven into a mirror of the bruised sky. I walked. My boots were heavy, soaked through, the leather stiff with cold. I carried a rifle on my back, though I had not fired it in three years. The barrel was clean. The stock was smooth, worn by the palm of a man who no longer believed in the thing he held. Harrison met me...

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