The Distant Journey

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The rain fell on the cobblestones of the old quarter, turning the grey light to a dull, wet sheen. Elias stood at the threshold of the tavern, his hand resting on the iron bar. He did not look back. He carried a leather satchel, heavy with a single, folded letter. The paper was thick, cream-colored, and brittle with age. It was the only thing he had left. Inside, the air was thick with the...

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