The Distant Journey

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The mist does not rise so much as it remembers, pooling in the hollows of the northern ridge with a patience that feels older than the stone beneath your boots. You are Thomas Bradshaw, thirty years of age, and the warden of this pass, a duty that was yours by birthright and has since become a sentence. It is the year of our Lord 1342, and the autumn air bites with a sharpness that presages the...

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