The Distant Journey

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The fog in Oakhaven did not lift; it settled, a grey wool that choked the throat and blurred the edges of the world. Elias stood before the rough-hewn block of granite, his chisel resting against the stone, waiting for the tremor in his hand to pass. It did not. The village elder, Thomas Bradshaw, watched from the shadow of the shrine’s doorway, his face a mask of carved stone itself, offering...

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