The Distant Journey

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The iron key sat heavy in my palm, its cold metal biting into the flesh of my thumb, a weight that felt less like an object and more like a sentence of exile. I was Elias Thorne, a man whose hands were stained not with ink, but with the soot of survival and the blood of a crime I had not fully committed yet could not deny. The cell was a square of silence, a stone throat that swallowed sound...

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