The Distant Journey
The rain had been falling on the black slate of the citadel for three days, a relentless, rhythmic drumming against the leaded windows that seemed to mimic the steady, terrified beating of my own heart, which thumped against my ribs like a trapped bird desperate to escape the cage of my own body, a sensation so visceral and overwhelming that it blurred the line between the stone walls...
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