The Distant Journey

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The steel bit your chest with a cold that seeped past bone into marrow. You did not scream. Screaming was a luxury for those who had not yet learned the geometry of pain. You were Captain Elias Thorne, and you were bleeding onto the marble floor of the High Hall, the red spreading like a dark ink stain across the pristine white stone. Around you, the air hummed with a low, vibrating tension, a...

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