The Wistful Voyage
The road is long. The road is dirt. You walk. Your feet bleed. You do not stop. Who are you? You are a child. You are small. You are lost. The fog is thick. It eats the light. It eats the sound. It eats your name. You cannot remember your name. You only know the weight in your chest. It is heavy. It is warm. It is yours. You walk into the stone. The castle is dark. The towers are black. The...
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