The Distant Journey

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The rain does not fall so much as it is exhaled by the sky, a grey, industrial breath that stains the soot-blackened brickwork of the orphanage where you have lived, and died, and been reborn into this specific, narrow purgatory of debt and duty. You are Arthur, though the name feels less like an identity and more like a label pasted onto a crate of fragile goods, and you sit in the corner of...

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