The Distant Journey

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2026-08-22 11:02:15 -

You are wearing the coat. It is heavy, a thing of dark wool that smells of damp earth and old smoke, stitched tight against your ribs like a second skin. You have worn it so long that the fabric has lost its texture, becoming not cloth but bone, not fiber but flesh. It is your only possession, your only proof that you are still alive in this world of grey mist and jagged rock. The land here is...

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