The Distant Journey

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The iron gate is cold. It has always been cold. You press your palm against the rusted bars, feeling the grit of the city’s decay under your nails. The fog rolls in from the river, thick and gray, swallowing the streetlamps one by one. You are here because you must be. You are here because the debt is owed. The debt is not money. It is life. It is breath. It is the right to stand under the open...

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