The Distant Journey

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The soot in the cellar did not smell like smoke, but like the breath of the earth itself, a heavy, sulfurous exhalation that clung to the back of my throat and settled in the marrow of my bones. I sat on the damp stone floor, my fingers stained black with the residue of the iron filings I had been grinding, a rhythmic, grinding motion that seemed to mimic the slow, indifferent turning of the...

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