The Distant Journey

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The air in the stone vault was thick, tasting of wet earth and old iron, a silence so profound it felt like a physical weight pressing against William Ashworth’s chest. He stood in the center of the circular room, his back to the heavy oak door that had been sealed from the outside, his breath coming in short, sharp bursts that fogged in the cold, stagnant air. Before him, the floor was paved...

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