The Distant Journey

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The ink on the parchment was still wet when I laid my hand upon it, the wetness a cold shock that seeped through the leather of my glove and into the bone. It was not water, nor oil, but something thicker, something that smelled of iron and old rain. I was the Keeper of the Seal, a title that sounded grand in the grand halls of the Citadel but felt, in the quiet of the archive, like the weight...

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