The Distant Journey

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The banquet hall smelled of roasted duck and old stone. Elias sat at the far end of the long oak table. His hands were still. They were always still. He watched the steam rise from the porridge bowl before him. It curled into thin ribbons, then vanished. Around him, the elders spoke. Their voices were soft, like dry leaves skittering across pavement. They discussed the border. They discussed...

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