The Distant Journey

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2026-08-21 13:56:10 -

I dreamed of the iron. Cold and bright. It sat on the table in my study, a heavy sword of the old kind, the kind we no longer carry but still dream. In the dream, the metal was warm. It hummed against my palm like a living thing. I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth. Not mine. It was a red, thick taste, like the copper in the old mines of the north. The house was quiet. The clock in the...

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