The Distant Journey

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The cold had teeth. It bit into the marrow of my left hand, a jagged, persistent ache that matched the fracture beneath the skin. I stood on the threshold of the old house, the door swinging behind me in a draft that smelled of damp wool and extinguished fires. Outside, the winter was absolute. Snow lay thick on the fields, blinding the horizon, erasing the village that had once held me in its...

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