The Distant Journey

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"You look pale, Thomas." I touched my cheek. The skin was tight. It pulled at the bone. "I am fine," I said. My voice was thin. It scraped in my throat. Margaret leaned closer. Her eyes were dark. They held a mirror. I saw my own reflection there. It was small. It was trapped. "You must eat," she said. She pushed the bowl forward. The broth sloshed. It smelled of iron. It smelled of old blood....

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