The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 08:33:55 -

The hall smelled of roasted pork and stale smoke. It was a thick, heavy scent that clung to the wool of my tunic and the stone walls of the Great House. We gathered around the long tables, the firelight flickering against the faces of the Elders. They were old men, their skin like dried parchment, their eyes sharp and cold as winter lakes. I sat at the far end. I am not one of them. I have...

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