The Distant Journey

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I woke with the taste of iron and old dust on my tongue, the sensation so vivid it felt less like a memory and more like a physical residue, a sludge of anxiety that had settled deep in the marrow of my bones during the long, unbroken hours of sleep. It was the morning after the Festival of the Long Shadows, a day when the entire city of Oakhaven held its breath, waiting for the sun to dip...

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