The Distant Journey
The road out of Kildare was not a path so much as a wound in the earth, raw and brown under the grey sky. You walked it with a heavy step, your boots sinking into the mud that clung to your calves like the memory of a life you were trying to shed. The wind cut across your face, cold and biting, carrying the scent of wet stone and distant rain. You did not look back. You knew that if you did,...
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