The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 07:11:48 -

The sword is heavy. It is always heavy. You carry it through the long hall. The floorboards creak. They sound like bones breaking. You are a knight. You are the shield of the house. The house is old. Stone walls. Cold air. It smells of damp and old blood. You hold the sword. Your grip tightens. Your knuckles are white. They are always white. You see the mirror. It stands in the corner. Tall....

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