The Distant Journey

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The dream is not of the battlefield, but of the laundry. You stand in a room that smells of lye and wet wool, the air thick and heavy, pressing against your lungs like a damp cloth. Before you hangs a single tunic, white as the bone of a bird, suspended from a hook of black iron. It is not merely a garment; it is your skin, your history, your name. The fabric is heavy with the weight of years,...

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