The Distant Journey
The rain had not stopped for three days, and the mud of the highland roads had turned into a thick, sucking clay that threatened to swallow the wheels of the cart whole. Thomas Vane sat in the back, his body aching with a dull, persistent throb that seemed to live in the marrow of his bones. He was a large man, broad in the shoulders and thick in the neck, but he moved with a careful, heavy...
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