The Distant Journey

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The letter sat on the rough-hewn table, its wax seal cracked and black with age, a dead thing that breathed no air but held a weight heavier than stone. It was a thing of paper and ink, a script so old the letters had faded to the color of dried blood, yet it remained, stubbornly, immutably, present in the room where the air hung thick with the smell of damp wool and old fear. Thomas Bradshaw...

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