The Distant Journey

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2026-08-22 08:20:02 -

The rain had stopped, leaving the cobblestones slick and black, reflecting the amber glow of the streetlamps like wet coal. You stood in the corridor of the Guildhall, the heavy oak door of your office closed behind you, listening to the silence that usually felt like a shield but now felt like a vacuum. For twenty years, you had guarded this place, every brick, every ledger, every whispered...

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