The Distant Journey

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The fog in Oren does not rise; it sits, a thick, grey wool pressed against the glass of the Grand Hall’s upper windows. You are Elias, thirty-two, and your hands are stained with the dust of a decade’s neglect. The municipal clock strikes the eleventh hour, and the deadline for the restoration grant is midnight, a rigid line drawn in ink by a council that values paperwork over stone. You need...

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