The Distant Journey

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The dream was always the same: a path of white limestone, worn smooth by centuries of feet, leading toward a horizon that refused to resolve into anything but grey mist. Elias woke with the taste of dust in his mouth and a sharp, familiar grinding in his left knee, the joint screaming in protest against the cold stone of the barracks floor. He was fifty-two years old, and for the first time in...

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