The Distant Journey

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The dream began with the smell of wet ash and old iron. It was a scent that Elias Thorne knew in his bones, a smell that belonged to the forge of his grandfather, a man whose hands were so darkened by soot that they looked like carved wood. In the dream, the anvil was not metal. It was a mirror. And in that mirror, Elias did not see his own face. He saw a king. A hollow, crowned king, sitting...

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