The Distant Journey

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The storm did not break; it swallowed. You remember the moment the sky turned the color of a bruised plum, a heavy, suffocating violet that pressed against the windows of the manor house until the glass groaned. You were the tanner, the one whose hands were stained with the lye and the hide, whose trade was to make the soft into the enduring. You stood in the courtyard, watching the rain fall...

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