The Distant Journey

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The rain had been falling on the city of Oakhaven for three days, a persistent, cold mist that seemed to seep into the very stone of the walls and the wood of the floorboards. It was not a storm, but a slow, suffocating dampness that made the air heavy and tasted of iron and old rot. Thomas Bradshaw stood at the edge of the courtyard, his hand resting on the hilt of a sword that felt more like...

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