The Distant Journey

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The rain fell in straight, vertical needles against the glass of the carriage. It was a cold, metallic rain, the kind that smelled of iron and wet stone. Elias sat in the corner, his uniform pressed tight against his chest. The fabric was new. It had a stiff, architectural quality, like a suit of armor designed for a man who had never known war. He watched the city of Aethelgard slide past the...

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