The Distant Journey

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2026-08-20 16:40:34 -

The rain had not stopped for three days. It drummed against the high, narrow windows of the Magistrate’s office, a rhythmic, relentless tapping that sounded like knuckles on wood. I sat in the corner, my back against the cold stone, watching the water trace its paths down the glass. In my hand, I held the seal. It was a heavy thing, carved from black basalt, worn smooth by decades of use. The...

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