The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 11:20:57 -

The broth in the iron pot had been simmering since dawn, a thick, muddy sludge of marrow and root that smelled of wet earth and old bone, and I stood by the hearth in the high tower of the Keep, stirring it with a wooden spoon that felt heavy and familiar in my hand, while the wind outside battered the stone walls with a rhythmic, relentless pounding that seemed to come from the heart of the...

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