The Distant Journey

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2026-08-22 18:19:16 -

The brass tumbler was warm in my hand, the metal biting into the sweat of my palm as I turned it over, trying to read the engraving on the back before the fever took the focus from my eyes. It is a small thing, a compass, but it is the only piece of my father I have left, and the Corps has deemed it contraband, a security threat, a whisper of treason that must be silenced. I am writing this...

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