The Distant Journey

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The rain fell like iron filings. It slicked the cobblestones of the Lower Ward, turning the city into a mirror of rot. Elias Vane walked. His boots were wet. His coat was thin. The wind cut through the wool. It bit his bones. He was a hunter. Not of beasts. Of men. The city breathed. It exhaled smoke and sweat. The smell of roasting meat hung in the air. But Elias smelled only fear. He smelled...

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