The Distant Journey

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In his palm, the iron key was cold, its teeth worn smooth by a decade of service, yet it felt heavier than the sword he had been stripped of only hours prior. Captain Elias Thorne sat on the wet stone floor of the cell, the damp seeping through his tunic, and watched the key as if it were a living thing. He had dreamed again of the cathedral, the great rose window shattering not by wind or...

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