The Distant Journey

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The fire in the courtyard of the King’s Hall did not roar; it whispered, a dry, rustling sound that seemed to come from within Elias Thorne’s own chest. He stood before the pyre, his hands clasped behind his back, watching the heretic’s body blacken and curl, while a sudden, violent heat bloomed in his palms, mirroring the flames below. Elias was forty years old, a man of iron discipline and...

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