The Distant Journey

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The ink bled into the parchment not with a stain, but with a voice, a low, thrumming hum that vibrated against the back of my teeth and settled into the marrow of my bones as I held the quill suspended above the vellum, my hand trembling not from the cold of the highland wind that whipped through the unglazed window of the scriptorium, but from the sheer, crushing weight of the words that...

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