The Distant Journey

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The ink on the order was still wet, glistening like a bruise on the parchment, when I saw my own reflection in the blackened glass of the factory window. It was not my face that stared back. It was the face of the man who had signed it. The paper sat on the steel desk, a simple directive from the Ministry of Internal Order, demanding my immediate deployment to the Ash-Fields. But the signature...

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